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The blind man passed his hand lightly over the poor fellowa€™s face, and finding that his elbows were planted on the table, that his chin rested on his two hands, that he leaned eagerly forward, and that his whole manner expressed the utmost interest and anxiety, paused for a minute as though he desired the widow to observe this fully, and then made answer, a€˜Ita€™s in the world, bold Barnaby, the merry world; not in solitary places like those you pass your time in, but in crowds, and where therea€™s noise and rattle.a€™
a€˜Good! good!a€™ cried Barnaby, rubbing his hands. a€˜Yes! I love that. Grip loves it too. It suits us both. Thata€™s brave!a€™
a€˜a€"The kind of places,a€™ said the blind man, a€˜that a young fellow likes, and in which a good son may do more for his mother, and himself to boot, in a month, than he could here in all his lifea€" that is, if he had a friend, you know, and some one to advise with.a€™
a€˜You hear this, mother?a€™ cried Barnaby, turning to her with delight. a€˜Never tell me we shouldna€™t heed it, if it lay shining at out feet. Why do we heed it so much now? Why do you toil from morning until night?a€™
a€˜Surely,a€™ said the blind man, a€˜surely. Have you no answer, widow? Is your mind,a€™ he slowly added, a€˜not made up yet?a€™
a€˜Let me speak with you,a€™ she answered, a€˜apart.a€™
a€˜Lay your hand upon my sleeve,a€™ said Stagg, arising from the table; a€˜and lead me where you will. Courage, bold Barnaby. Wea€™ll talk more of this: Ia€™ve a fancy for you. Wait there till I come back. Now, widow.a€™
She led him out at the door, and into the little garden, where they stopped.
a€˜You are a fit agent,a€™ she said, in a half breathless manner, a€˜and well represent the man who sent you here.a€™
a€˜Ia€™ll tell him that you said so,a€™ Stagg retorted. a€˜He has a regard for you, and will respect me the more (if possible) for your praise. We must have our rights, widow.a€™
a€˜Rights! Do you know,a€™ she said, a€˜that a word from mea€"a€™
a€˜Why do you stop?a€™ returned the blind man calmly, after a long pause. a€˜Do I know that a word from you would place my friend in the last position of the dance of life? Yes, I do. What of that? It will never be spoken, widow.a€™
a€˜You are sure
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