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ever understood his blindness, but the pathetic move- 

 ment of the hand to adjust his spectacles showed he 

 knew something was wrong. 



To within a few minutes of the end he recognised 

 my touch, and responded with a hand clasp. 



We watched him, his eldest daughter, our son r 

 and I, through the long dawn of a beautiful June 

 morning. About five he fell asleep, as a child 

 might, his vast individuality living still, an inspira- 

 tion to those who loved him. 



