text:  In the fond admiration of her fancy's first object she had vehemently longed for a portrait of that rather singular face--a long oval with lofty forehead already somewhat corrugated by habits of deep thought in his lonely night-loving existence; its mixture of passion dumb poetry its constitutional or adventitious profound melancholy ever present till his countenance gradually lighted up after her coming and her animating discourse like some deep gloomy valley growing light as the sun surmounts a lofty bank gleaming through its pines