Signor Trevisiani, the barytone from Florence, sings something very depressing, with the refrain,- 'Maladetto sulla terra, Condannato nel ceil sard.
"Erlach Court"
Ossip Schubin
He had turned the deeply-engraved sard with his brown thumb and clenched his fist upon it, but as swiftly changed his mind, and took off the ring and handed it to her.
"The Dop Doctor"
Clotilde Inez Mary Graves
I turned when all were gone, and going heavily to where my sard stood with his head drooping, I climbed to the saddle, and rode at a foot-pace towards the Chateau.
"A Gentleman of France"
Stanley Weyman