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you in physical terms how a hand feels; you would be no wiser for
my account than a blind man to whom you describe a face in detail。
Remember that when a blind man recovers his sight; he does not recognize
the monest thing that has been familiar to his touch; the dearest
face intimate to his fingers; and it does not help him at all that
things and people have been described to him again and again。 So you;
who are untrained of touch; do not recognize a hand by the grasp; and
so; too; any description I might give would fail to make you acquainted
with a friendly hand which my fingers have often folded about; and
which my affection translates to my memory。
I cannot describe hands under any class or type; there is no democracy
of hands。 Some hands tell me that they do everything with the maximum of
bustle and noise。 Other hands are fidgety and unadvised; with nervous;
fussy fingers which indicate a nature sensitive to the little pricks of
daily life。 Sometimes I recognize with foreboding the kindly but stupid
hand of one who tells with many words news that is no news。 I have met a
bishop with a jocose hand; a humourist with a hand of leaden gravity; a
man of pretentious valour with a timorous hand; and a quiet; apologetic
man with a fist of iron。 When I was a little girl I was taken to see'A'
a woman who was blind and paralysed。 I shall never forget how she held
out her small; trembling hand and pressed sympathy into mine。 My eyes
fill with tears as I think of her。 The weariness; pain; darkness; and
sweet patience were all to be felt in her thin; wasted; groping; loving
hand。
Few people who do not know me wil