The Blind Girl broke away from her ; and , throwing herself upon her knees before him , took the grey head to her breast . `` It is my sight restored . It is my sight ! '' she cried . `` I have been blind , and now my eyes are open . I never knew him ! To think I might have died , and never truly seen the father who has been so loving to me ! '' There were no words for Caleb 's emotion . `` There is not a gallant figure on this earth , '' exclaimed the Blind Girl , holding him in her embrace , `` that I would love so dearly , and would cherish so devotedly , as this ! The greyer , and more worn , the dearer , father ! Never let them say I am blind again . There 's not a furrow in his face , there 's not a hair upon his head , that shall be forgotten in my prayers and thanks to Heaven ! '' Caleb managed to articulate , `` My Bertha ! '' `` And in my blindness I believed him , '' said the girl , caressing him with tears of exquisite affection , `` to be so different . And having him beside me day by day , so mindful of me always , never dreamed of this ! '' `` The fresh smart father in the blue coat , Bertha , '' said poor Caleb . `` He 's gone ! '' `` Nothing is gone , '' she answered . `` Dearest father , no ! Everything is here -- in you .
The father that I loved so well ; the father XXXXX I never loved enough , and never knew ; the benefactor whom I first began to reverence and love , because he had such sympathy for me , -- all are here in you .
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