She had not changed ; he realized that in the first amazed , incredulous glance . Perhaps there were lines on her face , a thread or two of silver in the soft brown hair , but those splendid steady blue eyes were the same , and the soul of her looked out through them , true to itself , the staunch , brave , sweet soul of the maiden ripened to womanhood . `` Joyce ! '' he said , stupidly , unbelievingly . She smiled and put out her hand . `` I am glad to see you , Cuthbert , '' she said simply . `` Stephen 's Mary told me you had come . And I thought you would be over to see us this evening . '' She had offered him only one hand but he took both and held her so , looking hungrily down at her as a man looks at something he knows must be his salvation if salvation exists for him . `` Is it possible you are here still , Joyce ? '' he said slowly . `` And you have not changed at all . '' She coloured slightly and pulled away her hands , laughing . `` Oh , indeed I have . I have grown old . The twilight is so kind it hides that , but it is true . Come into the house , Cuthbert . Father and Mother will be glad to see you . '' `` After a little , '' he said imploringly . `` Let us stay here awhile first , Joyce .
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