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'
Yet
,
father
,
if
I
had
been
stone
blind
;
if
I
had
groped
my
way
by
my
sense
of
touch
,
and
had
been
free
,
while
I
knew
the
shapes
and
surfaces
of
things
,
to
exercise
my
fancy
somewhat
,
in
regard
to
them
;
I
should
have
been
a
million
times
wiser
,
happier
,
more
loving
,
more
contented
,
more
innocent
and
human
in
all
good
respects
,
than
I
am
with
the
eyes
I
have
.
Now
,
hear
what
I
have
come
to
say
.
'
He
moved
,
to
support
her
with
his
arm
.
She
rising
as
he
did
so
,
they
stood
close
together
:
she
,
with
a
hand
upon
his
shoulder
,
looking
fixedly
in
his
face
.
'
With
a
hunger
and
thirst
upon
me
,
father
,
which
have
never
been
for
a
moment
appeased
;
with
an
ardent
impulse
towards
some
region
where
rules
,
and
figures
,
and
definitions
were
not
quite
absolute
;
I
have
grown
up
,
battling
every
inch
of
my
way
.
'
'
I
never
knew
you
were
unhappy
,
my
child
.
'
'
Father
,
I
always
knew
it
.
In
this
strife
I
have
almost
repulsed
and
crushed
my
better
angel
into
a
demon
.
What
I
have
learned
has
left
me
doubting
,
misbelieving
,
despising
,
regretting
,
what
I
have
not
learned
;
and
my
dismal
resource
has
been
to
think
that
life
would
soon
go
by
,
and
that
nothing
in
it
could
be
worth
the
pain
and
trouble
of
a
contest
.
'
'
And
you
so
young
,
Louisa
!
'
he
said
with
pity
.
'
And
I
so
young
.
In
this
condition
,
father
--
for
I
show
you
now
,
without
fear
or
favour
,
the
ordinary
deadened
state
of
my
mind
as
I
know
it
--
you
proposed
my
husband
to
me
.
I
took
him
.
I
never
made
a
pretence
to
him
or
you
that
I
loved
him
.
I
knew
,
and
,
father
,
you
knew
,
and
he
knew
,
that
I
never
did
.
I
was
not
wholly
indifferent
,
for
I
had
a
hope
of
being
pleasant
and
useful
to
Tom
.
I
made
that
wild
escape
into
something
visionary
,
and
have
slowly
found
out
how
wild
it
was
.
But
Tom
had
been
the
subject
of
all
the
little
tenderness
of
my
life
;
perhaps
he
became
so
because
I
knew
so
well
how
to
pity
him
.
It
matters
little
now
,
except
as
it
may
dispose
you
to
think
more
leniently
of
his
errors
.
'
As
her
father
held
her
in
his
arms
,
she
put
her
other
hand
upon
his
other
shoulder
,
and
still
looking
fixedly
in
his
face
,
went
on
.
