Her cheeks, which shortly before had flushed rosy red in sweet confusion, were now pallid, her lips ashen; her eyes were full of a wild despair.

I looked at her in wonder, and could not say a word.
"Oh, Atam-or," said she, "I am afraid of death!" "Almah," said I, "why will you speak of death?
What is this fate which you fear so much ?" "It is this," said she hurriedly and with a shudder, "you and I are singled out.

I have been reserved for years until one should be found who might be joined with me.

You came.

I saw it all at once.