Then he kissed the hand which lay on the blanket, looked about guiltily to see if anyone had seen him, for kisses were rare in that household and tiptoes out again.
The woman slept, but not wholly.

The doorway, which was now filled with the deeper gold of the westering sun, was still in her vision.

It had grown to a great square of light, and instead of being blocked in the foreground by the forest it seemed to give on an infinite distance.

She had a sense not of looking out of a hut, but of looking from without into a great chamber.

Peace descended on her which she had never known before in her feverish dreams, peace and a happy expectation.
She had not listened to Abe's reading, but some words of it had caught her ear.