There was something gruesome and awful, as well, for the face of the girl was blind, and her ears heard nothing of the sounds that her fingers were making.
Every eye was on her, and in the wide circle around every mouth was agape.

And when those who looked on and listened had recovered from their first surprise, very strange and various were the whispered words they passed between them.

"Where has she learnt it ?" asked a Moor.
"From her master himself," muttered a Jew.

"Who is it ?" asked the Moor.
"Beelzebub," growled the Jew.

"God pity me, the evil eye is on her," said an Arab.