The Death of My Father

I have said the captain was weak, and indeed he seemed rather to grow weaker than to regain his strength. He had an alarming way now when he was drunk, of drawing his cutlass and leg it bare before him on the table. But with all that, he minded people less, and seeing shut up in his own thoughts, and rather wandering. So things passed until, the day after the funeral, I was standing at the door for a moment, full of sad thoughts about my father, when I saw someone drawing slowly near along the road. The man was plainly blind, for he tapped before him with a stick, and wore a great green shade over his eyes and nose,. And

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