He took her hand in his to lead her.

It lay light and warm in his own--astonishingly light and warm, as suddenly he realized.

She had pushed the sunbonnet back from her forehead as she would have done had she been desirous of seeing better.
He noted the color of her cheeks, the regularity of her features, the evenness of her dark brows, the wholly pleasing contour of her figure, as she stumbled bravely along at his side.
"You're fine!" he repeated, suddenly.

"You're fine! I expect to see you live to bless the day you came here.

I expect to hear you say yet that you're _glad_ you're alive--not alive just because it was your duty to live.