"How
dare you lie to me! Who was speaking?"
Then Jane came quickly to the side of the bed. Her hands were
trembling, but her voice was perfectly under control.
"It was I who spoke, sir," she said; "Nurse Rosemary Gray. And I
feel sure I know why my voice startled you. Dr. Brand warned me it
might do so. He said I must not be surprised if you detected a
remarkable similarity between my voice and that of a mutual friend
of yours and his. He said he had often noticed it."
Garth, in his blindness, remained quite still; listening and
considering. At length he asked slowly: "Did he say whose voice?"
"Yes, for I asked him. He said it was Miss Champion's."
Garth's head dropped back upon the pillow. Then without turning he
said in a tone which Jane knew meant a smile on that dear hidden
face: "You must forgive me, Miss Gray, for being so startled and so
stupidly, unpardonably agitated. But, you know, being blind is still
such a new experience, and every fresh voice which breaks through
the black curtain of perpetual night, means so infinitely more than
the speaker realises.
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