Your father is holding your head in his hands at this moment, but you have never seen his face.
And if the dark curtains were to fall from your eyes, and you were to see him now, you would not know him from another man, or from woman, or from a tree.

You are blind, Naomi, you are blind." Naomi listened intently.

Her cheeks twitched, her fingers rested nervously on her dress at her bosom, and her eyes grew large and solemn, and then filled with tears.

Israel's throat swelled.

To tell her of all this, though he must needs do it for her safety, was like reproaching her with her infirmity.