Her singing was as inept as the rest of the entertainment.

Yet the old man smiled, the mother beat time with her heavy foot, and nodded at her husband with pride in their daughter's accomplishment.

And again in the throng the ill-conditioned talk, the untranslatable jests of the Arabs and the negroes went their round.

It was horrible, don't you think ?" "Yes," answered Ethne, but slowly, in an absent voice.

As she had felt no sympathy for Durrance when he began to speak, so she had none to spare for these three outcasts of fortune.