"I give myself to you, a broken man. Ah, where are your hands?"
Sudden comprehension seized her; she went very near to him, gazing in his face.
"Speak."
"Wife, I shall never see the sky again, nor watch the stars at night, nor the moon, nor the sea. I shall never look on Avalon, her green woods and her lilies, and her sleeping mere. I shall never behold your face again. I am blind, I am blind."
She gave a great cry, tore the veil from her face, and cast it far from her.
"Husband, I come to you."
His hands were groping in the dark, groping like souls that sought the light. She went near him, weeping, caught his fingers, kissed them with her lips. The man's arms circled her; she hung therein, and buried her head in his bosom.
"HIS HANDS WERE GROPING IN THE DARK."
"My love, my own."