`` There is one person that you know , my dove -- '' `` Oh , father ! why do you say , I know ? '' she answered in a term of keen reproach . `` What and whom do I know ? I who have no leader ! I so miserably blind ! '' In the anguish of her heart , she stretched out her hands , as if she were groping her way ; then spread them , in a manner most forlorn and sad , upon her face . `` The marriage that takes place to-day , '' said Caleb , `` is with a stern , sordid , grinding man . A hard master to you and me , my dear , for many years . Ugly in his looks , and in his nature . Cold and callous always . Unlike what I have painted him to you in everything , my child . In everything . '' `` Oh , why , '' cried the Blind Girl , tortured , as it seemed , almost beyond endurance , `` why did you ever do this ? Why did you ever fill my heart so full , and then come in like Death , and tear away the objects of my love ? O Heaven , how blind I am ! How helpless and alone ! '' Her afflicted father hung his head , and offered no reply but in his penitence and sorrow . She had been but a short time in this passion of regret when the Cricket on the Hearth , unheard by all but her , began to chirp . Not merrily , but in a low , faint , sorrowing way .
It was so mournful , that her tears began XXXXX flow ; and , when the Presence which had been beside the Carrier all night , appeared behind her , pointing to her father , they fell down like rain .
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