I am never
tired you know of hearing about him. -- Now, was
I ever?' she said, hastily.
'Of course not,' answered Caleb, 'and with reason.'
'Ah! With how much reason!' cried the Blind
Girl. With such fervency, that Caleb, though his
motives were so pure, could not endure to meet her
face; but dropped his eyes, as if she could have read
in them his innocent deceit.
'Then, tell me again about him, dear father,' said
Bertha. 'Many times again! His face is benevolent,
kind, and tender. Honest and true, I am sure it is.
The manly heart that tries to cloak all favours with a
show of roughness and unwillingness, beats in its
every look and glance.'
'And makes it noble,' added Caleb, in his quiet
desperation
'And makes it noble!' cried the Blind Girl. 'He is
older than May, father.'
'Ye-es,' said Caleb, reluctantly. 'He's a little older
than May. But that don't signify.'
'Oh father, yes! To be his patient companion in
infirmity and age; to be his gentle nurse in sickness,
and his constant friend in suffering and sorrow; to
know no weariness in working for his sake; to watch
him, tend him, sit beside his bed and talk to him
awake, and pray for him asleep; what privileges these
would be! What opportunities for proving all her
truth and devotion to him! Would she do all this,
dear father?'
'No doubt of it,' said Caleb.
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