I couldn't be any use to her now,' Dick argued, and the tempter suggested that he should make known his condition.

Every nerve in him revolted.

'I have fallen low enough already.

I'm not going to beg for pity.

Besides, it would be cruel to her.' He strove to put Maisie out of his thoughts; but the blind have many opportunities for thinking, and as the tides of his strength came back to him in the long employless days of dead darkness, Dick's soul was troubled to the core.