1In this state it is called a Sisa, and is a nuisance.
2The afflicted Sisa gave a cry of pain and quickly raised her foot.
3The great drought fell upon Sisa-Land like a curse from Heaven.
4The noise made by him among the branches attracted Sisa's attention.
5In his thinned features we recognize Sisa's son, Basilio, the brother of Crispin.
6An inexplicable chill seized Sisa as she saw him enter alone.
7Mechanically Sisa approached them, her tongue paralyzed with fear and her throat parched.
8Elihoreph, and Ahia, the sons of Sisa, scribes: Josaphat, the son of Ahilud, recorder:
9True it was that Lucas was counting silver coins into the hand of Sisa's husband.
10The teenager stood, placed the rifle against the wall, and was waiting when the nubile Sisa arrived.
11This speech was interrupted by the arrival of Sisa, who was carrying a basket on her head.
12Consequently, Sisa was ejected from the barracks almost violently, as she did not try to move herself.
13To everything Sisa said yes-everything appeared good.
14With great care Sisa arranged the vegetables and the salad leaves on the table, placing the flowers above them.
15That most admirable and wide-minded prelate departed, and so far as history records was no more seen in Sisa-Land.
16Upon hearing this Sisa breathed more freely and answered, Sir, it has been many days since I've seen Crispin.