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He met her in the lane.
Her appreciation of the change in him was instant and vivid. An inward ease had come to him; it showed in his face and movements, and could be detected in his voice. He spoke more slowly, as though the words flowed from a deep spring, and were not jerked half resentfully to the surface. His eyes met hers with a shy but steady kindness, and if there was love in them, it was attentive and silent but sure. He looked larger, as though the twists and contracted ruggednesses of him had been all smoothed out. Serious he might be, but with a seriousness that could break into a little, tolerant smile.