I cannot describe my sensations when I saw him standing in the open gateway.

I let mamma get out first.

I thought it was her right to receive the first embrace of welcome; but when he turned to me, I threw myself on his neck, discarding my crutches, and clung to him, just as I used to do when a little, helpless, suffering child.

And would you believe it, Gabriella?
he actually shed tears.

I did not expect so much sensibility.