How changed you are , my darling , in a few hours -- since this morning ! You silent and dull all day ! What is it ? Tell me ! '' `` Oh , father , father ! '' cried the Blind Girl , bursting into tears . `` Oh , my hard , hard fate ! '' Caleb drew his hand across his eyes before he answered her . `` But think how cheerful and how happy you have been , Bertha ! How good , and how much loved , by many people . '' `` That strikes me to the heart , dear father ! Always so mindful of me ! Always so kind to me ! '' Caleb was very much perplexed to understand her . `` To be -- to be blind , Bertha , my poor dear , '' he faltered , `` is a great affliction ; but -- '' `` I have never felt it ! '' cried the Blind Girl . `` I have never felt it in its fulness . Never ! I have sometimes 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 I have it right !
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