Ah, Simwa! I spit upon his name.
(The women spit between their teeth with sharp hisses.)
Wacoba
How the Chisera hates him!
Padahoon
How she loves him!
Tiawa
(Struck with this.) You think so? Yet there is not one word of the evil she said of him a year ago that has not come to pass.
Women
Ai! Ai! On him and us.