In great surprise I questioned her eagerly.
"Ask me nothing," said she.

"I will answer nothing; but do not think of it.

Do not go near it.

Stay in your room till the fearful repast is over." "Fearful?
How is it fearful ?" I asked.
"Everything here is fearful," said Almah, with a sigh.

"Every season it grows worse, and I shall grow at length to hate life and love death as these people do.