"But I couldn't cry before you.

And I wanted to cry." "Because you were glad, or sorry ?" he asked.
"A little of both," she replied.

"But mostly glad.

A few hours ago it didn't seem possible that there was any hope for me.

Now--" "There is hope," he urged.
"Yes, there is hope." For an instant he felt the warm thrill of her fingers as they clung tighter to his.