"And what is the sky like ?" she asked.
At that moment her beautiful face was turned towards Ali's face, and her great motionless blue orbs seemed to gaze into his eyes.

The lad was pressed hard, and he could not keep back the answer that leapt up to his tongue.

"Like," he said--"like--" "Well ?" "Like your own eyes, Naomi." By the old habit of her nervous fingers, she covered her eyes with her hands, as if the sense of touch would teach her what her other senses could not tell.

But the solemn mystery had dawned on her mind at last: that she was unlike others; that she was lacking something that every one else possessed; that the little children who played with her knew what she could never know; that she was infirm, afflicted, cut off; that there was a strange and lovely and lightsome world lying round about her, where every one else might sport and find delight, but that her spirit could not enter it, because she was shut off from it by the great hand of God.
From that time forward everything seemed to remind her of her affliction, and she heard its baneful voice at all times.

Even her dreams, though they had no visions, were full of voices that told of them.