They rioted monstrously over his face and fell raggedly to his chest, but failed to hide the great hollowed cheeks or the twisted mouth.

The latter was thin-lipped and cruel, but cruel only in a passionless sort of way.

But the forehead was the anomaly,--the anomaly required to complete the irregularity of the face.

For it was a perfect forehead, full and broad, and rising superbly strong to its high dome.

It was as the seat and bulwark of some vast intelligence; omniscience might have brooded there.
Bella, washing the dishes and placing them away on the shelf behind Borg's back, dropped a heavy tin cup.