He said to himself that if he only had her back, even with her faded face and her ready tongue, that old, settled estate would be better for him than this joy, which at once dazzled and racked him.

Suddenly the man, as he stood there, put his hands before his face; he was weeping like a child.

That which Maria had done, instead of awakening wrath, had aroused a pity for himself and for her, which seemed too great to be borne.

For the instant, the dead triumphed over the living.
Then Harry took up the lamp and went to his own room.

He set the lamp on the dresser, and looked at his face, with the rays thrown upward upon it, very much as Maria had done the night of her mother's death.
When he viewed himself in the looking-glass, he smiled involuntarily; the appearance of youth returned.