human
I want to tell you something, dear--something that will hurt you very much. I never wanted to hurt you; I can not help it now, --when he had said that, and she, with quick response to the sorrow in his voice, had knelt beside him, her arms about his neck, something,--the feel of her arms, the knowing there was some one now to help him--swept away the words and his broken-hearted cry had been:
gpt
Oh, sweetheart--help me! I'm going blind!
human
Little one, little one, don't. We'll bear it together--some way.