From the checked cotton flounced and bepetticoated creations of the “Sevillanas,” a popular dance from old Seville, to the intense orange costume Miss Montes wore for “Danza V” by Granados, the raiment accurately interpreted the idea of the dance.

He froze a moment there, keystrip already against the contact plate, hesitant to go on.

But if the beast and branks be spar'd / Till kye be gaun without the herd, / An' a' the vittel in the yard, / An' theckit right, / I mean your ingle-side to guard / Ae winter night.

Fresh sheets, sponging, a spoonful of animal soup, sordes removed from his cracked lips, black in the candlelight.