Her face was full of anguish.
"This is my duty," said she.

"Every jom I must come here and crown these victims with fresh flowers." A feeling of sickening horror overwhelmed me.

Almah had spoken these words and stood looking at me with a face of woe.

This, then, was that daily task from which she was wont to return in such sadness--an abhorrent task to her, and one to which familiarity had never reconciled her.

What was she doing here?
What dark fate was it that thus bound this child of light to these children of darkness?
or why was she thus compelled to perform a service from which all her nature revolted?
I read in her face at this moment a horror equal to my own; and at the sight of her distress my own was lessened, and there arose within me a profound sympathy and a strong desire to do something to alleviate her misery.
"This is no place for you," continued Almah.