The soft wailing of the night-zephyr seemed to warn him that the death-angel was approaching every moment.
So when she heard those words she made a great outcry, and wrestled with the death-angel, and sought to stay him in his purpose.
So the death-angel went his way with that best-beloved lamb, and Persis fell upon her face and wailed.
He blessed God for it all, and he prayed for the death-angel to come to him ere he beheld the destruction of all he so much loved.
As he spake, the eyes of the death-angel beamed with pleasure, and again did the two friendly Genii cordially embrace each other.
So, silently and peacefully the death-angel had visited her, and upon her features lay the calm loveliness of perfect rest.
Their youthful vigour was subdued—they were overawed to feel as it were the wings of the great death-angel overshadowing them.
Little did he know of the death-angel that walks hand-in-hand with a superstition as antique as Mount Ararat.