38/68 Strange and disturbing then, to see something in Flo Hutter's eyes that could be read by a woman in only one way! A tall form darkened the doorway. It strode in and halted. His frame had so filled out that she did not recognize it. His face, too, had unbelievably changed--not in the regularity of feature that had been its chief charm, but in contour of cheek and vanishing of pallid hue and tragic line. Beyond all else she had hoped to see the sad fixed hopelessness, the havoc, gone from his face. |