Common woes, like fluids, mix all round.

Not so with that other grief.

Some mourners load the air with lamentations; but the loudest notes are struck from hollows.

Their tears flow fast: but the deep spring only wells.
At last I turned to Media, saying I must hie from Odo, and rove throughout all Mardi; for Yillah might yet be found.
But hereafter, in words, little more of the maiden, till perchance her fate be learned..