This shall be better to us than the lands of the Orin, for we shall be alone, and we shall be all in all to one another." I could not help laughing, and I said: "Layelah, this is not the language of the Kosekin.

You should at once go to the other side of this island, and sit down and wait for death." "Never," said Layelah; "you are mine, Atam-or, and I never will leave you.

If you wish me to die for you, I will gladly lay down my life; but I will not leave you.

I love you, Atam-or; and now, whether it be life or death, it is all the same so long as I have you." Our submersion in the sea and our long exposure afterward had chilled both of us, but Layelah felt it most.

She was shivering in her wet clothes in spite of my coat which I insisted on her wearing, and I determined, if possible, to kindle a fire.