"But if you knew her you might not feel so angry towards her."
He clenched his fist as though unable to control his fury, but he did not stop her.
"I don't suppose that she is at all like you suppose," said Perrine; "Father Fields is a good priest and he would not say what was not true, and he says that her mother was good and kind and a lady...."
"He never knew her; it is hearsay."
"But it seems that everyone holds this opinion. If she came to your house would you not be as kind to her as you have been to me, ... a stranger?"
"Don't say anything against yourself."
"I do not speak for or against myself, but what I ask is for justice. I know if that daughter, your granddaughter, came here she would love you with all her heart."
She clasped her hands together and looked up at him as though he could see her; her voice shook with emotion.
"Wouldn't you like to be loved by your granddaughter?" she asked pleadingly.
The blind man rose impatiently.