My only hope, if hope it was, lay in waiting, and it was not impossible that I might see Almah again, if only once.
Joms passed away, I know not how.

The Chief Pauper, who is the greatest man in the land of the Kosekin, made several attempts to converse with me, and was evidently very condescending and magnanimous in his own eyes; but I did not meet his advances graciously--he was too abhorrent.

He was a hideous wretch, with eyes nearly closed and bleary, thick, matted hair, and fiendish expression--in short, a devil incarnate in rags and squalor.
But as the joms passed I found it difficult to repel my associates.
They were always inflicting their society upon me, and thrusting on me nasty little acts of kindness.

The Chief Pauper was more persistent than all, with his chatter and his disgusting civilities.

He was evidently glad to get hold of a fresh subject for his talkative genius; he was a very garrulous cannibal, and perhaps my being a foreigner made me more interesting in his eyes.
The chief topic of his discourse was death.