His eyes rested intently and brightly upon Hatch's face.
Under the table, and out of sight, his fingers worked convulsively.
"She was in that room," continued Hatch, "in that dark room with the other Englishwomen and children who were murdered.

But she was spared.
She was very pretty, she told me, in her youth, and she was only eighteen when the massacre took place.

She was carried up to the hills and forced to become a Mohammedan.

The man who had spared her married her.

He died, and a small chieftain in the hills took her and married her, and finally brought her out with him when he made the pilgrimage to Mecca.