The manager of the band had finally given her the position of crier to support herself and her blind boy.

This had made her voice so hollow and hoarse that it was difficult to understand her as, with fervid eloquence, vainly striving to be heard by absent-minded Kuni, she began: "She surpassed even Maravella the Spaniard.

And her feats at Augsburg during the Reichstag--I tell you, Cyriax, when she ascended the rope to the belfry, with the pole and without--" "I've just heard of that from another quarter," he interrupted.

"What I want to know is whether she pleased the eyes of men." "What's that to you ?" interposed red-haired Gitta jealously, trying to draw him away from Gundel by the chain.
Raban laughed heartily, and lame Jungel, chuckling, rapped on the floor with his right crutch, exclaiming: "Good for you!" Kuni was accustomed to such outbursts of merriment.

They were almost always awakened by some trifle, and this time she did not even hear the laughing.