That at least, is what one had grounds for believing on scrutinizing that face upon which the soul was only seen to shine through a sombre cloud. Whence that large, bald brow? that head forever bent? that breast always heaving with sighs?
C’est du moins ce qu’on était fondé à croire en examinant cette figure sur laquelle on ne voyait reluire son âme qu’à travers un sombre nuage.