"
Lucy not only looked much better, she was exceedingly beautiful. For her
nature reached down to the perennial, and she had kept a child's
capacity to be happy in small, everyday pleasures. It was always such an
easy thing to please her and so difficult for little frets to annoy her.
Harry's inconsequent, thoughtless ways would have worried and tried some
women to the uttermost, for he was frequently less thoughtful and less
helpful than he should have been. But Lucy was slow to notice or to
believe any wrong of her husband and even if it was made evident to her
she was ready to forgive it, ready to throw over his little tempers, his
hasty rudenesses, and his never-absent selfishness, the cloak of her
merciful manifest love.
"What a loving little woman she is!" thought John, but really what
affected him most was her constant cheerfulness. No fear could make her
doubt and she welcomed the first gleam of hope with smiles that filled
the house with the sunshine of her sure and fortunate expectations.
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