'I have
never felt it, in its fulness. Never! I have some-
times wished that I could see you, or could see him
-- only once, dear father, only for one little minute --
that I might know what it is I treasure up,' she laid
her hands upon her breast, 'and hold here! That I
might be sure and have it right! And sometimes
(but then I was a child) I have wept in my prayers at
night, to think that when your images ascended from
my heart to Heaven, they might not be the true re-
semblance of yourselves. But I have never had these
feelings long. They have passed away and left me
tranquil and contented.'
'And they will again,' said Caleb.
'But father! Oh my good, gentle father, bear with
me, if I am wicked!' said the Blind Girl. 'This is
not the sorrow that so weighs me down!'
Her father could not choose but let his moist eyes
overflow; she was so earnest and pathetic, but he did
not understand her, yet.
'Bring her to me,' said Bertha. 'I cannot hold it
closed and shut within myself. Bring her to me,
father!'
She knew he hesitated, and said, 'May.
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