'Come on. I'll help you.' The voice came from the left and Jenny turned her head in that direction.
She was blind, and had been from birth, but even without the sense of (32) 1234 , she could tell that the voice belonged to a middle-aged man. He touched her on the arm and she pulled back. The guide dog by her side looked up.
'Please,' she said, struggling to keep her anger (33) 1234 control. 'That's very kind of you, but I don't need any help.'
'Oh,' the man said, and Jenny could imagine the look of confusion on his face. 'I'm sorry,' he said finally, and crossed the road. People just didn't seem to realise that there was a huge difference between offering help and trying to take control of somebody else's life. Sometimes she (34) 1234 people's attempts to help funny, but not today. Today it was important to (35) 1234 the impression that she was independent, because today was the first day in her new job.
She waited until the signal from her dog told her that it was safe and she (36) 1234 off across the road. When they reached the other side, she paused for a second to (37) 1234 herself of the way and then continued. After a few days in the job, her dog would have learnt the way, but for now Jenny had to (38) 1234 the distance to the right building. She counted her steps and listened. To anyone who could see, it would have seemed like a quiet street, but Jenny concentrated on the small sounds: her footsteps, a car going past, the bell on a bicycle. They helped her judge when she was coming close to the corner of the street, where she knew number 116 stood. They got there and she stopped. She patted her dog on the head. 'Well, boy, this is it,' she said. She knew there would be many challenges ahead. There always were. But at least she had overcome the first one: (39) 1234 to the building. She stepped inside.