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He opened a book and read half a dozen lines, at changing distances; finally he stared carefully at the second hand of his watch. "Right as a trivet!" he exclaimed aloud. He emitted a long sigh; he was immensely relieved. "Nothing wrong with my eyes." HE OPENED A BOOK AND READ HALF A DOZEN LINES AT CHANGING DISTANCES FINALLY HE STARED CAREFULLY AT THE SECOND HAND OF HIS WATCH RIGHT IS A TRIVET HE EXCLAIMED ALOUD HE EMITTED A LONG SIGH HE WAS IMMENSELY RELIEVED NOTHING WRONG WITH MY EYES
et her voice was loud as before, “but what a funny face! You’re pretending you’ve seen a ghost”—and she was gone from his knee and from the room, the door closing quietly behind her. He saw her cross the floor, a tiny figure. Then, just as she reached the[231] door, she became of normal size again, as if she crossed a line. He felt dizzy. The loud voice close to his ear issuing from a diminutive figure half a mile away had a distressing effect upon him. He knew a curious qualm as he sat there in the dark. He heard the wind walking round the house, trying the doors and windows. He was troubled by a memory he could not seize. Yet the emotion instantly resolved itself into one of personal anxiety: something had gone wrong with his eyes. Sight, his most precious possession as an artist, was of course affected. He was conscious of a little trembling in him, as he at once began trying his sight at various objects—his hands, the high ceiling, the trees dim in the twilight on the lawn outside. HER DIMINUTIVE FIGURE UNCLE SHE CRIED YET HER VOICE WAS LOUD AS BEFORE BUT WHAT A FUNNY FACE YOU PRETEND YOU'VE SEEN A GHOST AND SHE WAS GONE FROM HIS KNEE IN FROM THE ROOM THE DOOR CLOSING QUIETLY BEHIND HER HE SAW HER CROSS THE FLOOR A TINY FIGURE THEN JUST AS SHE REACHED THE DOOR SHE BECAME OF NORMAL SIZE AGAIN AS IF SHE CROSSED A LINE HE FELT DIZZY THE LOUD VOICE CLOSE TO HIS EAR ISSUING FROM A DIMINUTIVE FIGURE HALF A MILE AWAY HAD A DISTRESSING EFFECT UPON HIM HE KNEW A CURIOUS QUAM AS HE SAT THERE IN THE DARK HE HEARD THE WIND WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE TRYING THE DOORS AND WINDOWS HE WAS TROUBLED BY A MEMORY HE COULD NOT SEIZE YET THE EMOTION INSTANTLY RESOLVED ITSELF INTO ONE OF PERSONAL ANXIETY SOMETHING HAD GONE WRONG WITH HIS EYES SIGHT HIS MOST PRECIOUS POSSESSION AS AN ARTIST WAS OF COURSE AFFECTED HE WAS CONSCIOUS OF A LITTLE TREMBLING IN HIM AS HE AT ONCE BEGAN TRYING HIS SIGHT AT VARIOUS OBJECTS HIS HANDS THE HIGH CEILING THE TREES DIM IN THE TWILIGHT ON THE LAWN OUTSIDE
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