ing too, and as she looked up again, she noticed two women who were walking toward her, across the bridge. They stopped only a few feet away and stood looking down at the water and talking about their work. They seemed tired, and their faces were those of rather dull, laboring people who had been g ven no chance of the cheery things of life. As they stood there, one had her back in the direction from which they had come, and the other leaned upon the rail and shielded her eyes from the sun as she gazed at the ripples of the noisy little stream below. Presently they fell silent, and Marjorie sat watching them and became so interested in wondering whether there was anything there for her to do, that she did not at first notice a man who was approaching from the other end of the bridge He was a rather tall young man and held his head high and was walking lightly and rapidly, as one accustomed to the way and in some haste. As he came nearer, she noticed that he held one hand extended in a curious way, toward the center of the bridge, while the other brushed along the rail; and then as he came quite close, she saw that he was blind; and she also saw that in the way that he was walking, he was sure to come into collision with the woman whose back was toward him; as he was absolutely unconscious of anyone on the bridge, and his outstretched hands were not in a position to warn him in time.
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