She seemed to me uninteresting and commonplace . And this was Uncle Dick 's Rose of joy ! I was so sorry for Uncle Dick that I shrank from meeting him . Nevertheless , I went over after tea , fearing that he might misunderstand , nay , rather , understand , my absence . He was in the garden , and he came down the path where the buds were just showing . There was a smile on his face and the glory in his eyes was quite undimmed . `` Master , she 's come . And she 's not a bit changed . I feared she would be , but she is just the same -- my sweet little Rose of joy ! '' I looked at Uncle Dick in some amazement . He was thoroughly sincere , there was no doubt of that , and I felt a great throb of relief . He had found no disillusioning change . I saw Rose Lawrence merely with the cold eyes of the stranger . He saw her through the transfiguring medium of a love that made her truly his Rose of joy . And all was well . They were married the next morning and walked together over the clover meadow to their home . In the evening I went over , as I had promised Uncle Dick to do . They were in the garden , with a great saffron sky over them and a glory of sunset behind the poplars . I paused unseen at the gate . Uncle Dick was big and splendid in his fine new wedding suit , and his faded little bride was hanging on his arm .
Her face was upturned XXXXX him ; it was a glorified face , so transformed by the tender radiance of love shining through it that I saw her then as Uncle Dick must always see her , and no longer found it hard to understand how she could be his Rose of joy .
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