And I _will_ be better than the usual laboratory assistant, for not
having any ideas of my own I will not intrude my individuality upon
Karl--to blur his vision. I shall not try to deduce--and mislead him with
my wrong conclusions. I shall simply _see_. A man who knew more about it
might not be able to separate what he saw from what he thought--and that
would be standing between Karl and the facts."
He was looking at her strangely. "And your own work--what would be
happening to it, if you were to do--this?"
"I have given my own work up," she said, and she said it so simply that
it might have seemed a very simply matter.
"You can't do that," he met her, sharply.
"Yes,"--slowly--"I can. I love it, but I love Karl more. If I have my
work he cannot have his, and Karl has been deprived of his eyes--he is
giving up the sunlight--the stars--the face he loves--many things. I
thought it all out last night, and the very simple justice of it is that
Karl is the one to have his work."
She was dwelling upon it,--a wonderful tenderness lighting her face; for
the minute she had forgotten him.
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