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Portrait of Walter De la Mare Walter De la Mare The Riddle and Other Stories — The Count's Courtship (1923)

Whatever the happiness within, Richard, you poor blind creature, don't you see it? Can the Count marry a woman who's all but eyeless, who can but glimmer to-day out of what will be sightless and hopeless as that night outside, to-morrow? I have been struggling against the truth. I like being here. I like—Oh, I have stayed too long. You stupid, shortsighted men! He has seen me day after day. He has seen me go fingering on from chair to chair. Was I hiding it? Do I or do I not wear spectacles? Do they distort my eyes till I look like an owl in a belfry?
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Portrait of Walter De la Mare Walter De la Mare The Riddle and Other Stories — The Count's Courtship (1923)

I put my hand on my aunt's as it lay on her knee.
“Good Lord,” I muttered, and choked into silence again.
“That's it, Richard, that's common sense,” she said, squeezing my fingers. “It's all perfectly plain. As duty always is, thank the Lord. He wants a bright, active, capable wife—if he wants any. A blind old woman can't be that. She can't be, even if she had the heart. I'm a silly, Richard, for all my sour ways. Poor man, poor volatile generous creature. He's not quiet and stay-at-home, as his age should be. He's all capers, and fancies, and—and romance.
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Portrait of Walter De la Mare Walter De la Mare The Riddle and Other Stories — The Count's Courtship (1923)

My aunt had come, as she had gone, in a hackney cab; and, refusing any assistance from the maid who was there with her, she stepped painfully down out of it, and, tapping the ground at her feet with her ebony stick, the wintry sun glinting red upon her blue spectacles as she moved, she began to climb the flight of steps alone, with difficulty, but with a vigorous assurance.
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