Can’t you just see her wandering some very cinematic field in this, clutching a daguerreotype of her beloved to her bosom and murmuring about their lost love, after he dies of something very tragic yet picturesque? (Presumably consumption, as we all learned from Anne of Green Gables that the fever makes you beautiful as you languish.) Don’t worry, Salma! A handsome sad man is about to ride into town for Reasons that aren’t important for the crux of this story and you WILL love again!
