"Blind, Andre; just blind," she assured him.
"Blind only where it would have been presumption to have seen."
"And yet," she answered him with a flash of the Aline he had known
of old, "I have never found you lack presumption."
M. de Kercadiou, emerging a moment later from the library window,
beheld them holding hands and staring each at the other,
beatifically, as if each saw Paradise in the other's face.
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