Now that their anger was over they were seized with anxiety.

Matho was suffering from vague melancholy.

It seemed to him that Salammbo had indirectly been insulted.

These rich men were a kind of appendage to her person.
He sat down in the night on the edge of the pit, and recognised in their groanings something of the voice of which his heart was full.
All, however, upbraided the Libyans, who alone had been paid.

But while national antipathies revived, together with personal hatreds, it was felt that it would be perilous to give way to them.