How strange that all these people should be swung
As on a lady’s shoe-string—under them
The glowing leagues of never-ending flame!
CATHLEEN.
There is a something in you that I fear:
A something not of us. Were you not born
In some most distant corner of the world?
[The SECOND MERCHANT, who has been listening at the door to the right, comes forward, and as he comes a sound of voices and feet is heard through the door to his left.
SECOND MERCHANT [aside to FIRST MERCHANT].