Every particle of color was gone from it and her blue eyes stared at him as if he were one newly risen from the dead.

Then the color flushed back in a rosy tide and such a tide of gladness as he had never seen before in human eyes came into hers.
"You! You! Is it really you ?" she cried.
John was once more the knightly young crusader.

No such moment had ever before come into his life.

His heart was full.

Triumph and joy were mingled there, and something over and beyond either.