She had never known anything of Grace but what was good.

Could it be that she had been prejudiced, and proud, and unjust from first to last?
She asked herself the question going home one evening from her mission of mercy.

The long-deferred wedding was to take place on Christmas eve, and it was now the 7th of December.

She was walking home alone, in the yellow lustre of the wintry sunset, the snow lying white and high all around her.

Her new life had changed her somewhat; the hard look was gone, her face was far more peaceful and gentle than when she had come.
Its luminous brightness was not there, perhaps; but the light that remained was far more tender and sweet.