It seemed to her a face she knew.

Possibly she had passed him in the village street and had looked at him without remembering.

It was his eyes that for long years afterwards still haunted her.

She did not notice at the time what language he was speaking.

But there were none who did not understand him.
"You think of God as of a great King," he said, "a Ruler who orders all things: who could change all things in the twinkling of an eye.