those gloomy brows that meet in the middle...

those nightblack eyes...

they glow with so fierce a fire, yet are so cold....

That woman...

did Hosea love her, father?
Tell me; I am not asking from idle curiosity!" "He honored her," replied the old man in a troubled tone, "as did our whole nation; for she has a lofty spirit, and our God suffers her to hear His voice; but you, my darling, have been dear to him from childhood, I know." A slight tremor shook the dying girl.