A change quite indescribable, but real for all that, had taken place in her worn and waxen features.

Not joy, but a soft expectancy relieved them from their extreme tension.

If a friend awaited her, that friend would have no difficulty in recognizing her now.

But alas! A few steps more, and she stood before the door.

It had a desolate look; the whole house had a desolate look, possibly because every shade was drawn.