It restored her youth.

Her eyes grew tender, her mouth quivered, the look of conflict vanished altogether.
"We had good times together, my baby and I.I took her to the sea.

It sounds foolish, but we were more like a couple of children together than mother and daughter"; and Joan, looking at the delicate, porcelain-like figure in front of her, smiled in response.
"Yes, I can understand that." "She was with me every minute," Stella Croyle resumed.

"I watched her so, I gave her so much of me that when I had seen her off at the station with her nurse at the end of the month, I was left behind, as weak and limp as an invalid.

I lived for her, Joan, believe that at all events in my favour! There was no one else." "I do believe it." "Then one year in the winter she did not come to me." "They kept her back!" cried Joan.