looked and lo he saw on that darkness there appeared something soft and cloudy and he knew that it was a woman s hair then within the frame of hay arose a ghost like face and in it shining eyes from which tears ran down and on it such a look of utter tenderness as he never never had beheld oh it was beautiful that face always it would have been beautiful but to this man who after those weeks of utter blindness beheld it first of anything it was like a vision out of heaven and the look upon it surely that too had been borrowed from some pitying angel in heaven turned his head then looked again thinking that it would be gone but no it still was there and now he could even see the hand beneath the chin and the quivering of the lips which strove to back a sob he said in english why do you cry she sprang up dashing the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand i no cry she answered in a merry voice you not hear me cry no but i saw you your cheek was all wet and you sat with your chin upon your hand she uttered some exclamation of joy then snatched the linen veil or from her head and threw it over his face look no more she said not good for your eye to look too much or you go blind again also she added with a happy laugh great shame of you to spy upon a lady when she no think you see you should tell her first you going look then she put on proper face i don t want to see any other answered gently at first i thought that i and that it was an angel only angels don t cry i think that angels cry always if they see down here � such a lot to cry over a proposal then she tried to control herself for a moment and failed miserably for she began to weep and sob outright she threw herself upon her knees beside him and said you ask me why i cry i sob tell you sob all the truth because you made like that for me and � i no can bear it it break my heart for my heart love you very much you want to die for me i � i want to live for you sat up on the throwing the white veil from his head whereon at once forgetting herself in the danger to his new born sight she placed her little hand across his eyes and held it there the crisis had come and he knew it but how to deal with it he did not know don t do that dear he said in a troubled voice if you think the light will harm me tie the veil over my eyes then we will talk she came behind him and obeyed while felt her hot tears falling on his hair it was an awful moment but he sat still holding the with his hand and uttering no tender word of the many that rushed to his lips now he said sit down no not on the there the stool i sit she answered humbly talk on he continued with a desperate effort all this won t do you are sorry for me and it you and makes you say things you must not i am married he stopped but she made no answer he began to wonder what she was doing or if she had gone away and left him as he devoutly hoped unable to bear it any more he pushed the from his forehead no there she sat silent and pained i am married he remarked again not knowing what else to say then she looked up and asked you hate me mai of tbe spirit of course not he answered indignantly very much the reverse i thank you then you think me not nice ugly indeed no you are one of the most beautiful women i ever saw i thank you she said again i like hear you say that though you no mean it then you angry with me because you lose your foot and eye and get your people killed though that old s fault not mine please don t think so it was not you or it was what you call yes i think it too all round here and she laid her hand upon her bosom well then you not hate you not think ugly you not angry and i � oh i love and she put such tender passion into the word that the room seemed full of it � and i great lady too in my own place i not dirt bom why you no take me see now and she stood up before him and turned slowly round i not beautiful as you say too small too thin but i not so bad i make you good wife i give you children i love you always till i die my people hate strangers still they very glad you take me they love you too they praise you much they think you man in world my ask me this morning if i married to you yet as they want make feast pulled down the over his eyes again he thought it best muttering something about the light him he said in despair don t you understand that i am already married what that matter she asked man can have two wives four if he like he can t answered i beg you � don t go on it is not right it is more than i can bear by our english law he can only have one wife no one else � no one at all you must have heard it a proposal h yes i hear 