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Small wonder that Dick's heart beat high within him. There had been time for day-dreams lately, lying on the heather with the golden meadows leading down to Camelot, a brief idyll after those grinding weary years. The breadth, the beauty, the purple flash of a swallow wheeling in the blue, all filled Dick with a pure delight. He was a young man, strong and sanguine, and he had the artistic temperament.
Small wonder, then, that he should dream and glow and weave his romances with a central figure, blue-eyed, fair, and sightless. When the means was won Dick would marry Mary, always providing that she would have him, a possible factor that chilled the ardent Richard occasionally.