She would not hear.
"Let us rise up and part; she will not know.
Let us go seaward as the great winds go,
Full of blown sand and foam; what help is there?
There is no help, for all these things are so,
And all the world is bitter as a tear.
And how these things are, though ye strove to show
She would not know.
"Let us go home and hence; she will not weep——"
"Stop a moment," said Naomi, "I'm in a difficulty. I can't go on listening until I know something."