`` 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 that 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 . Nothing is dead to me . The soul of all that was most dear to me is here -- here , with the worn face , and the grey head . And I am NOT blind , father , any longer ! '' Dot 's whole attention had been concentrated , during this discourse , upon the father and daughter ; but looking , now , towards the little Hay-maker in the Moorish meadow , she saw that the clock was within a few minutes of striking , and fell , immediately , into a nervous and excited state . `` Father ! '' said Bertha , hesitating . `` Mary ! '' `` Yes , my dear , '' returned Caleb . `` Here she is . '' `` There is no change in her . You never told me anything of her that was not true ? '' `` I should have done it , my dear , I 'm afraid , '' returned Caleb , `` if I could have made her better than she was . But I must have changed her for the worse , if I had changed her at all . Nothing could improve her , Bertha . ''
Confident as the Blind Girl had been when she asked the question , her delight and pride in the reply , and her renewed embrace XXXXX Dot , were charming to behold .
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