“... Suddenly she stopped, noticing something ahead. Some vague shadow was vaguely visible on the steps of the altar. Carefully placing the flowers, Donut walked up to the steps and, bending down to see what was there, saw a man lying on his face. She knelt down next to him and slowly, carefully turned him over. Her fingers felt the pulse - so weak and uneven that it spoke for itself, as did the greenish tint of her pale face. It occurred to her that he was undoubtedly dying. ..."