That too,” he paused, groping in his memory for

the words:

“That too such countless orbs thou madst us

blind.”

The girl rose, and drew his head into her warm, young arms. “Don't,

father,” she cried, in a sudden, throbbing apprehension; “please...

please. You have the clearest, most beautiful eyes in the world. Think

of all they have seen and understood--” He patted her absently. Anthony

moved silently away.

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