"Tha's niver knowed me but what I looked as if I wor goin' off in a rapid decline." She sat and laughed.
"You've had a constitution like iron," she said; "and never a man had a better start, if it was body that counted.

You should have seen him as a young man," she cried suddenly to Paul, drawing herself up to imitate her husband's once handsome bearing.
Morel watched her shyly.

He saw again the passion she had had for him.
It blazed upon her for a moment.

He was shy, rather scared, and humble.
Yet again he felt his old glow.

And then immediately he felt the ruin he had made during these years.