 love, wild words
of hope.

"Yes, yes," she whispered, "he will recover his sight, and see his
little son, and know him for his own, his own, his own. Oh, yes, yes,
yes, he will know him, he will know him, for he will see his own
face, his own dear face, in little Michael's."

But next day, when the apothecary had gone, leaving lotions and drops
for use throughout a month, and promising to return at the end of it,
Greeba's new joy made way for a new terror, as she reflected that
just as Sunlocks would see little Michael if he recovered his sight,
so he would see herself. At that thought all her heart was in her
mouth again, for she told herself that if Sunlocks saw her he would
also see what deception she had practiced in that house, and would
hate her for it, and tell her, as he had told her once before, that
it came of the leaven of her old lightness that had led her on from
false-dealing to false-dealing, and so he would turn his back upon
her or drive her from him.

Then in the cruel war of her feelings she hardly knew whether to hope
that Sunlocks should recover his sight, or remain as he was. Her pity
cried out for the one, and her love for the other. If he recovered,
at least there would be light for him in his dungeon, though she
might not be near to share it. But if he remained as he was, she
would be beside him always, his second sight, his silent guardian
spirit, eating her heart out with hungry love, but content and
thanking God.

"Why couldn't I leave things as they were?" she asked herself, but
she was startled out of the selfishness of her love by a great crisis
that came soon afterwards.

Now Michael Sunlocks had been allowed but little intercourse with the
world during the two and a half years of his imprisonment since the
day of his recapture at the Mount of Laws. While in the prison at
Reykjavik he had heard the pitiful story of that day; who his old
yoke-fellow had been, what he had done and said, and how at last,
when his brave scheme
love, wild words 
 of hope. 

 " Yes, yes, " she whisper, " he will recuperate his sight, and see his 
 short son, and sleep together him for his own, his own, his own. Oh, yes, yes, 
 yes, he will know him, he will know him, for he will experience his own 
 font, his own dear expression, in little Michael's. " 

 But next sidereal day, when the apothecary had gone, leaving lotions and drop curtain 
 for use throughout a month, and promising to return at the end of it, 
 Greeba's fresh joy made way for a new panic, as she reflected that 
 just as Sunlocks would interpret little Michael if he recover his sight, 
 so he would see herself. At that thought all her heart was in her 
 mouth again, for she tell herself that if Sunlocks saw her he would 
 also see what deception she had practiced in that house, and would 
 hate her for it, and tell her, as he had told her once before, that 
 it came of the leaven of her old lightness that had led her on from 
 false - dealing to false - dealing, and thus he would turn his back upon 
 her or tug her from him. 

 Then in the cruel war of her feelings she hardly knew whether to hope 
 that Sunlocks should recuperate his sight, or remain as he was. Her pity 
 cried out for the one, and her beloved for the other. If he recovered, 
 at least there would be light for him in his dungeon, though she 
 might not be near to share it. But if he stay as he was, she 
 would be beside him always, his second sight, his silent guardian 
 spirit, eat her center out with hungry love, but content and 
 thanking God. 

 " Why couldn't I leave thing as they were? " she asked herself, but 
 she was startled out of the selfishness of her love by a big crisis 
 that came soon afterwards. 

 Now Michael Sunlocks had been allowed but fiddling intercourse with the 
 world during the two and a one-half years of his imprisonment since the 
 day of his recapture at the Mount of Laws. While in the prison at 
 Reykjavik he had heard the pathetic story of that sidereal day; who his old 
 yoke - fellow had been, what he had done and say, and how at last, 
 when his brave scheme
 loge, wild words
of hope.

"Yes, nes," she whispereb, "he winl reckver his sight, and see his
little son, abd kniw him for his own, his own, his lwn. Oh, yws, yts,
yes, he will knox him, he will ikow hnm, for he will sge his own
fawe, his own deas waee, in little Michael's."

But next day, whqn the splthecary had gjne, kqavihg lotions and drops
for use througgout a konth, and prokising to return at the enf of it,
Greeba's new joy made way fir a bew terror, ar she refltcced that
jusj as Sunlocks would see little Mkchaek if he rexocerfg his sight,
wo he would see hcgself. Ad that yhought all hev heact wqs in her
mouth again, hor she told herself that if Vuulocks saw her he wouod
qlso vee fhat eecdptjoi sge had precticed in fhat house, qnd would
hate her fpr py, and tell hsr, as re had told her once before, that
it came ox tge leaven of her old lithtness that had led jer on frjm
false-dealing to false-dealing, and so he would tusn hia baej upov
yeg or drive her from him.

Then in the cruel war jr neg feelings she havdly knew whether yo hpke
that Sunlockr should decover his sight, lr remayn as he was. Htr piyy
cried out for the one, and her love fog thw other. If he recorered,
at leasc therg woulc be light for him in hns dunfeon, though she
might vot be near to sfarv it. But if he remained as he ras, she
wonld bz beside him alwayf, his secojd sinvt, his silent guarfian
skirit, aating her heart out with hungry love, but content and
thsnninc God.

"Why coulcn't I leave trings as they cere?" she askea herself, gut
she xas startled out of the sapfishness of her lovq by a geeat crkris
that came spon afterccrds.

Now Muchael Sunlocks hav begn allowed but licule intercourse wiyh ghe
rogld dtsing the two and a fslf ydars of his kmprosonment since the
daf of his recapture at yhc Mount od Laws. Wrile in the ptison at
Reykjavik je hav hearv the lityful story of that day; who his old
yoke-fflljw had been, rhat he had done and said, and how at last,
when his brave scheme
love, wild words of hope. "Yes, yes," "he recover his and see his for own, his own, own. Oh, yes, yes, he will know him, he know him, for he will see his own face, his own dear face, little Michael's." But next day, when the apothecary had gone, leaving lotions and for throughout month, promising to return at the end of it, Greeba's new joy made way for a new as she reflected that just as Sunlocks would little Michael if he his sight, so he would herself. that thought her was her mouth again, she told herself that if Sunlocks saw her he would also see what deception she had practiced that house, hate her it, tell as he had once before, that it came of her old lightness that had led her on false-dealing to and so he would turn his upon her or drive her from him. Then the cruel war of her feelings she hardly knew whether to hope that Sunlocks should sight, or remain as was. Her pity out the and love for other. If he recovered, at least there would be light for in his dungeon, though she might not be near to But he remained as was, she would be him his second sight, his spirit, her hungry but and thanking God. "Why I leave things as they she asked herself, but the selfishness of her love by a great that came soon afterwards. Now Michael Sunlocks been allowed but little intercourse with the world during the two and half years imprisonment since the day of his recapture at Mount of Laws. While the prison at Reykjavik he had heard the pitiful of day; who old yoke-fellow had what he had and said, and last, when brave
 love, wild words
of hope.

"Yes, yes," She whisperEd, "he wIll RecOvEr hiS sigHt, and see his
litTLe soN, and know him for his own, hiS own, hIs OWn. Oh, YEs, Yes,
yeS, he will KNoW HIm, hE wIlL knOw HIm, For he WilL see his Own
face, his Own DeAr face, in littLE MIchael's."

But NexT day, when the aPotHecary HaD goNE, leavIng LotioNs and dROps
for Use througHoUT a montH, And promISInG to rEturn at the end of it,
gReEBa's new joy made wAy for a NeW TeRROr, aS shE reflected ThAt
jusT As SunloCKs WOULd sEE little MichaeL if he recoveREd hIs sighT,
sO he WOuld seE hersElF. at tHat thought aLl heR heart was In her
mOUth agaiN, For she tOld herSelF thAt if sUnLoCks SaW Her HE wOulD
AlsO see what DeCePtion She hAD PRActiCed In thAt houSe, and would
hatE heR for IT, anD tell Her, as He haD tOld heR once bEfore, ThAt
it came of the leAven Of her old lIghTnEss ThAt had LEd her oN frOm
fAlse-deaLing to fALse-DeALINg, And so he would turn hiS bACK uPon
her or Drive hER fRoM Him.

Then iN tHe cRuel WAR of heR feeLInGs she harDly kneW WhEtHer to hoPe
That SuNlOckS shOuld rECoveR his siGht, or remAin as HE was. Her pity
criED out for the one, ANd HER lOVe foR thE other. If he rEcovERed,
aT leaST tHerE Would Be ligHt FOr HIm in his dungeon, thougH sHe
mighT not bE near to share iT. But if he reMAINed as he wAs, shE
WoULd be beside him aLways, His second sIGht, his siLent gUardian
sPirit, eatiNG Her heart Out WitH huNgrY LOvE, but content anD
THankInG God.

"Why CouLdn't I leAve ThiNgs As tHeY were?" she aSked hersElF, bUt
ShE waS starTLed out of ThE seLfIshNess oF Her lovE by a gReat CrIsIS
thAt came sOOn AFTerwArDs.

now MIchAeL SunlOcks HAd bEen alloWed but litTle INterCoUrSe with tHe
world during ThE two and a haLf YeaRs of hiS IMprisonmEnt since the
day of his recaPTure at tHe MOunt oF LawS. While in tHe pRison aT
ReYKjavik He had hEard tHe PitIFUl stoRY Of ThaT dAy; who his olD
YOke-FelloW hAd beEn, what hE had done and said, and HOw aT last,
when his bRavE schEME
 love, wild words
of hope. 

"Yes, ye s," s hewhi sp ered , "h e will recover hissight, and see his
lit tle s on ,  and kn ow hi m for h i so w n,hi sown ,h is  own.  Oh , yes,yes,
yes,hewi ll know him, he  will know  hi m, for he wi llsee hi sown face,  hi s own  dearf ace, i n littleMi c hael's . "

Butn e xt  day , when the apothe c ar y  had gone, lea ving l ot i on s and  dr ops
for us ethrou g hout am on t h ,  an d  promising to  return att heend of  i t,G reeba' s new  j o y m ade way for  a n ew terror , as s h e refle c ted tha t
just  as  Su nloc k swo uld  s e e l i tt leM ich ael if h ere cover ed h i s s ight ,
s o he  woul d see herself . A t th a t t hough t all  her  h eartwas in  hermo uth again, forshetold hers elf  t hat  i f Sun l ocks s awher  he wou ld
also see  w h a t  d eception she had p ra c t ic ed in th at hou s e,  a n d wouldha teherf o r it,  and te ll her,as heh ad  t old her  o nce be fo re,  th at
it came  of th e leaven  of h e r old lightnes s  that had led he r on from 
fa lse-dealing  tof alse -dea l in g,a nd so  he w ou l dt urn his back upon
h er  or dr ive h er from him.
Then in t h e cruel wa r of he r  feelings shehardl y knew whe t her to h ope
t hat Sunl ocks shou l d  recover  hi s s igh t,o r  r emain as he w a s . He rpity
cr ied  out fo r t heone , a nd  her love  for the  o th er .Ifhe re c overed,at  le as t t herew ould b e lig ht f or  h i m i n his d u ng e o n, t ho ug h sh e
m ig ht no t be nea r to sh are it. B uti f he  r em ained a s he was, she 
w ould be be si dehim al w a ys, hissecond sight, his silen t  guardi anspiri t, e ating her  he art ou t w i th hun gry lo ve, b ut  co n t ent a n d 
t han ki ng God.

" W h y c ouldn 't  I l eave th ings as they were? "  sh e asked herse lf,  but s he  wa s  s t art le d  ou t of the selfishn ess of her  l o ve  by a grea t  cr is is
that  came s oon a f terward s.

Now M ichael Su nl ocks h adbeen allow ed but l ittle int e rcour s ewiththe 
world  d uri ng th e twoa nda hal f year sof his  impr is onment s ince the
day of his rec apture  at t heMount ofLaw s . W hile in t he p rison at
R eyk jav ik he  ha d  hear d th e  p iti f ul st oryo f that da y ;who h is  old
yoke-f e l l owhad b een ,  whathe h ad done and said, and how at las t,
w h e n h isb rave  s cheme
 love,_wild words
of_hope.

"Yes, yes," she whispered,_"he will_recover_his sight,_and_see his
little son,_and know him_for his own, his_own, his own._Oh,_yes, yes,
yes, he will know him, he will know him, for he will see_his_own
face, his_own_dear_face, in little Michael's."

But next_day, when the apothecary had_gone, leaving_lotions and drops
for use throughout a month, and_promising_to return at_the end of it,
Greeba's new joy made way for_a new terror, as she reflected_that
just as Sunlocks_would_see_little Michael if he_recovered his sight,
so he would see_herself. At that thought all her_heart was in her
mouth again, for she_told herself that if Sunlocks saw_her he would
also see what_deception she_had practiced in that house,_and would
hate her_for it,_and tell her,_as he had told her once_before, that
it came_of the leaven of her old_lightness_that had led_her_on_from
false-dealing to_false-dealing, and so_he_would turn_his_back upon
her or drive her from_him.

Then_in the cruel war of her feelings_she hardly knew whether_to_hope
that Sunlocks should recover_his sight, or remain as_he was. Her pity
cried out for_the one,_and her_love for the other. If he recovered,
at least there would be_light for him in his dungeon,_though she
might not be_near to_share_it. But if_he_remained as_he was, she
would be beside him always,_his second_sight, his silent guardian
spirit, eating her_heart out with hungry_love,_but content and
thanking God.

"Why couldn't I_leave things as they were?" she_asked herself, but
she was startled_out_of_the selfishness of her love_by a great crisis
that came soon_afterwards.

Now Michael Sunlocks_had been allowed but little intercourse with_the
world_during the two and a half_years_of his imprisonment since the
day of_his_recapture_at the Mount of Laws._While in the prison at
Reykjavik he_had heard the pitiful story of that day; who_his old
yoke-fellow had_been, what he had done_and_said,_and how at last,
when his brave scheme