The first sound she will hear will be the last trump, and the first face she will see will be the face of God." At that, Ruth flung herself down and burst into a flood of tears.
The hope that she had cherished was dead.

Israel could comfort her no longer.

The fountain of his own heart was dry.

He drew a long breath, and went away to his bad work at the Kasbah.
The child lived and thrived.

They had called her Naomi, as they had agreed to do before she was born, though no name she knew of herself, and a mockery it seemed to name her.