Many a time before, at such hours, he had sat in that same place, and then gone his ways, and she had known nothing of it.

She was like any other maiden now.

Her eyes were closed, and who should see that they were blind?
Her breath came gently, and who should say that it gave forth no speech?
Her face was quiet, and who should think that it was not the face of a homely-hearted girl?
Israel loved these moments when he was alone with Naomi while she slept, for then only did she seem to be entirely his own, and he was not so lonely while he was sitting there.

Though men thought he was strong, yet he was very weak.

He had no one in the world to talk to save Naomi, and she was dumb in the daytime, but in the night he could hold little conversations with her.