Here was Cornelli, looking as fresh and bright as ever; all the unspeakably sad expression had vanished from her face, together with the awful disfigurement of those days.

The old woman was deeply stirred by the happy look in the little girl's eyes.

Her young mother had looked at her just that way.

And here was Dino, too, full of his old attachment, and speaking such kind words to her.

She could hardly believe this great happiness.
"We have to go, now, Martha," Cornelli said, "but we'll come every day the way we used to; you know that, Martha.