Listen, dear; there's only one thing you might possibly weaken on.

Promise you won't." "I promise." "Then," she said triumphantly, "you'll take first shot at the big boar! Are you angry because I made you promise?
If you only knew, dear, how happy I have been, saving the best I had to offer, in this forest, for you! You will make me happy, won't you ?" "Of course I will, you little trump!" he said, encircling her waist, forgetful of old Miller, plodding along behind them.
But it was no secret to old Miller, nor to any native in the country-side for a radius of forty miles.

No modern invention can equal the wireless celerity that distributes information concerning other people's business throughout the rural wastes of this great and gossipping nation.
She made him release her, blushing hotly as she remembered that Miller was behind them, and she scolded her lover roundly, until later, in a moment of thoughtlessness, she leaned close to his shoulder and told him she adored him with every breath she drew, which was no sillier than his reply.
The long blue shadows on the snow and the pink bars of late sunlight had died out together.

It had grown warmer and grayer in the forest; and after a little one or two snow-flakes came sifting down through the trees.
They had not jumped the big silver boar, nor had they found a trace of him among the trails that crossed and recrossed the silent reaches of the forest.

Light was fading to the colourless, opaque gray which heralded a snow-storm as they reached the feeding-ground, spread out their fur coats, and dropped, belly down, to reconnoitre.
Nothing moved among the oaks.