An exquisite rose flush--a glow--shone from her face as she slowly began to rise from her knees.

A spirit uplifted her.

All that she had held as base dropped from her.
Venters watched her in joy too deep for words.

By it he divined something of what Lassiter's revelation meant to Bess, but he knew he could only faintly understand.

That moment when she seemed to be lifted by some spiritual transfiguration was the most beautiful moment of his life.