They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; that is, the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.
The tone shifts from fever to calm. “Dawn” and “resurrection” promise a slow cure, not magic. Love doesn’t erase debt; it fuels the hard work ahead. The narrator explicitly ends one story and hints at another. It’s a sober kind of happy ending. The moral: life returns, but not cheaply.