The Vicar thought that it was the blindness that had fallen upon him, but the only regret he felt was that the vision had vanished so quickly.  Then, as he turned away, he found that not only had he not lost his sight, but that he could now see with a marvellous clearness. He saw the road, and even the foot-prints and grains of sand on the road; the hut, and the reeds on the hut; the moor, and the boulders and the rowan-trees on the moor.  Everything was as distinct as if it had been--not daylight, but as if the air were of the clear colour of a nut-brown brook in summer.