Quaking menials began to pour into the hall.

Among them came the blue-eyed girl, the athlete and Juventius the Swan.

These three joined their mistress who stood under a hanging lamp.

Into the passage from the court, left open by the frightened servants, swept the prolonged outcry of perishing Jerusalem.

Over it all thundered the boom of the siege-engines shaking the earth.
The slaves slipped down upon their knees and began to groan together.
The silver coins on the lamp began to swing; the brass cyanthus which Amaryllis had recently drained of her last drink of wine moved gradually to the edge of the pedestal upon which she had placed it.
The dual nature of the uproar was now distinct; organized warfare and popular disaster at the same time.