He could almost believe that her lips might break into song again as she stood there.
From that moment until the sun sank behind the mountains and gray shadows began to creep in where the light had been, there was no other reference to the things that had happened or the things that had been said since Joanne's arrival.

For the first time in years John Aldous completely forgot his work.

He was lost in Joanne.

With the tremendous reaction that was working out in him she became more and more wonderful to him with each breath that he drew.

He made no effort to control the change that was sweeping through him.