and truth, at that time of my life; for if I should, I must be drawing
near the end, and then I would desire to remember her best! She
filled my heart with such good resolutions, strengthened my
weakness so, by her example, so directed—I know not how, she
was too modest and gentle to advise me in many words—the
wandering ardour and unsettled purpose within me, that all the
little good I have done, and all the harm I have forborne, I
solemnly believe I may refer to her.
And how she spoke to me of Dora, sitting at the window in the
dark; listened to my praises of her; praised again; and round the
little fairy-figure shed some glimpses of her own pure light, that
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made it yet more precious and more innocent to me! Oh, Agnes,
sister of my boyhood, if I had known then, what I knew long
afterwards!—
There was a beggar in the street, when I went down; and as I
turned my head towards the window, thinking of her calm
seraphic eyes, he made me start by muttering, as if he were an
echo of the morning: ‘Blind! Blind! Blind!’
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