So you take me, your own Layelah, and you will have me for your bride; and my love for you is ten thousand times stronger than that of the cold and melancholy Almah.

She may marry my papa." This suggestion filled me with dismay.
"Oh no," said I."Never, never will I give up Almah!" "Certainly not," said Layelah; "you do not give her up--she gives you up." "She never will," said I.
"Oh yes," said Layelah; "I will tell her that you wish it." "I do not wish it," said I."I love her, and will never give her up." "It's all the same," said Layelah.

"You cannot marry her at all.

No one will marry you.

You and Almah are victims and the State has given you the matchless honor of death.