I'm not caring and Missis isn't caring, either. She'll
never wear these frocks again--she might as well give them to me."
In the meantime Jane was looking at herself in the long cheval mirror.
The rapture in her heart was still reflected on her face, and the white
clothing transfigured her. "John must see that the great miracle of
life has happened to me, that I have really been born again. Oh, how
happy he will be!"
With this radiant thought she stepped lightly down to the long avenue by
which John always came home. About midway, there was a seat under a
large oak-tree and she saw John sitting on it. He was reading a letter
when Jane appeared, but when he understood that it really was Jane, he
was lost in amazement and the letter fell to the ground.
"John! John!" she cried in a soft, triumphant voice. "O John, do you
know what has happened to me?"
"A miracle, my darling! But how?" And he drew her to his side and kissed
her. "You are like yourself--you are as lovely as you were in the hour I
first saw you.
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