It looked like a home left soulless . Jeffrey went around to the garden door and knocked . He had expected the maid to open it , put Sara herself came . `` Why , Jeff , '' she said , with pleasure in her tones . `` I am so glad to see you . I have been wondering why you had not come before . '' `` I did not think you would want to see me yet , '' he said hurriedly . `` I have thought about you every hour -- but I feared to intrude . '' '' You could n't intrude , '' she said gently . `` Yes , I have wanted to see you , Jeff . Come into the library . '' He followed her into the room where they had always sat in his rare calls . Sara lighted the lamp on the table . As the light shot up she stood clearly revealed in it -- a tall , slender woman in a trailing gown of grey . Even a stranger , not knowing her age , would have guessed it to be what it was , yet it would have been hard to say what gave the impression of maturity . Her face was quite unlined -- a little pale , perhaps , with more finely cut outlines than those of youth . Her eyes were clear and bright ; her abundant brown hair waved back from her face in the same curves that Jeffrey had noted in the purple-gowned child of six , under the pines . Perhaps it was the fine patience and serenity in her face that told her tale of years . Youth can never acquire it . Her eyes brightened when she saw the mayflowers he carried .
She came and took them XXXXX him , and her hands touched his , sending a little thrill of joy through him .
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