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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. 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
in perfect proportion and clear as before, she was withdrawn in space till she was small as a doll. He saw his own hands holding her, and they too were minute. Down this long corridor of space, as it were, he saw her diminutive figure. “Uncle!” she cried, yet 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.  DISTANCE SHE RETIRED MINUTE TAY BUT STILL IN PERFECT PROPORTION AND CLEAR AS BEFORE SHE WAS WITHDRAWN IN SPACE TILL SHE WAS SMALL AS A DOLL HE SAW HIS OWN HANDS HOLDING HER AND THEY TOO WERE MINUTE DOWN THIS LONG CORRIDOR OF SPACE AS IT WERE HE SAW HER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
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