The stain of blood-guiltiness was over all the land.

What was I, that I could hope to be spared?
The hope was madness, and I did not pretend to indulge it.
The only consolation was Almah.

The manners of these people were such that we were still left as unconstrained as ever in our movements, and always, wherever we went, we encountered nothing but amiable smiles and courteous offices.

Everyone was always eager to do anything for us--to give, to go, to act, to speak, as though we were the most honored of guests, the pride of the city.

The Kohen was untiring in his efforts to please.