In all this he seemed more like a man of my own race than before, and in his eager desire for her recovery he failed to exhibit that love for death which was his nature.

So it seemed: yet this desire for her recovery did not arise out of any lack of love for death; its true cause I was to learn afterward; and I was to know that if he desired Almah's recovery now, it was only that she might live long enough to encounter death in a more terrific form.

But just then all this was unknown, and I judged him by myself.
At last I learned that she was much better, and would be out on the following jom.

This intelligence filled me with a fever of eager anticipation, so great that I could think of nothing else.

Sleep was impossible.