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"
I
know
it
's
pretty
--
it
's
your
imagination
.
I
love
it
,
but
now
--
--
"
He
felt
cold
.
"
Now
?
"
he
said
faintly
.
She
sat
quite
still
.
"
You
mean
--
you
think
--
I
should
be
better
,
better
perhaps
--
--
-
"
He
was
realising
things
very
swiftly
.
He
felt
anger
,
indeed
,
anger
at
the
dull
course
of
fate
,
but
also
sympathy
for
her
lack
of
understanding
--
a
sympathy
near
akin
to
pity
.
"
Dear
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
could
see
by
her
whiteness
how
intensely
her
spirit
pressed
against
the
things
she
could
not
say
.
He
put
his
arms
about
her
,
he
kissed
her
ear
,
and
they
sat
for
a
time
in
silence
.
"
If
I
were
to
consent
to
this
?
"
he
said
at
last
,
in
a
voice
that
was
very
gentle
.
She
flung
her
arms
about
him
,
weeping
wildly
.
"
Oh
,
if
you
would
,
"
she
sobbed
,
"
if
only
you
would
!
"
For
a
week
before
the
operation
that
was
to
raise
him
from
his
servitude
and
inferiority
to
the
level
of
a
blind
citizen
,
Nunez
knew
nothing
of
sleep
,
and
all
through
the
warm
sunlit
hours
,
while
the
others
slumbered
happily
,
he
sat
brooding
or
wandered
aimlessly
,
trying
to
bring
his
mind
to
bear
on
his
dilemma
.
He
had
given
his
answer
,
he
had
given
his
consent
,
and
still
he
was
not
sure
.
And
at
last
work-time
was
over
,
the
sun
rose
in
splendour
over
the
golden
crests
,
and
his
last
day
of
vision
began
for
him
.
He
had
a
few
minutes
with
Medina-saroti
before
she
went
apart
to
sleep
.
