exclaimed the girl , turning up her radiant face ; `` the colour I can just remember in the blessed sky ! You told me it was blue before ! A bright blue coat -- '' `` Made loose to the figure , '' suggested Caleb . `` Yes ! loose to the figure ! '' cried the Blind Girl , laughing heartily ; `` and in it , you , dear father , with your merry eye , your smiling face , your free step , and your dark hair -- looking so young and handsome ! '' `` Halloa ! Halloa ! '' said Caleb . `` I shall be vain presently ! '' '' I think you are already , '' cried the Blind Girl , pointing at him in her glee . `` I know you , father ! Ha , ha , ha ! I 've found you out , you see ! '' How different the picture in her mind , from Caleb , as he sat observing her ! She had spoken of his free step . She was right in that . For years and years he had never once crossed that threshold at his own slow pace , but with a footfall counterfeited for her ear ; and never had he , when his heart was heaviest , forgotten the light tread that was to render hers so cheerful and courageous ! Heaven knows ! But I think Caleb 's vague bewilderment of manner may have half originated in his having confused himself about himself and everything around him , for the love of his Blind Daughter .
How could the little man be otherwise than bewildered , after labouring for so many XXXXX to destroy his own identity , and that of all the objects that had any bearing on it ?
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