You tell me this is right and this is not right--how do you know?
I owe you very much--but ought you to decide everything for me?
Let me also be the judge.

If there's any problem in these matters, anything unsaid, let's face it _all_.

Cut into my eyes, but don't cut into my soul any more.

If you gave me back my sight, and did not give me back every unsettled problem, with all the facts before me to settle it at last, you would leave me with unhappiness hanging over me as long as ever I lived.

Not even my eyes would pay me for it." She rose, stumbling, reaching out a hand to save herself; and he dared not touch her hand even to aid her now.
"Oh, fine of you all," she said bitterly.