Did you send them ? '' `` No . '' `` Who , then ? '' Dot saw she knew already , and was silent . The Blind Girl spread her hands before her face again . But in quite another manner now . `` Dear Mary , a moment . One moment . More this way . Speak softly to me . You are true I know . You 'd not deceive me now ; would you ? '' `` No , Bertha , indeed ! '' `` No , I am sure you would not . You have too much pity for me . Mary , look across the room to where we were just now -- to where my father is -- my father , so compassionate and loving to me -- and tell me what you see . '' `` I see , '' said Dot , who understood her well , `` an old man sitting in a chair , and leaning sorrowfully on the back , with his face resting on his hand . As if his child should comfort him , Bertha . '' `` Yes , yes . She will .
Go XXXXX . ''
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