1 The change in her tone reassured him.
2 For years that quiet company had mocked his restlessness, his desire for change and freedom.
3 He did not know why he was so irrationally happy, for nothing was changed in his life or hers.
4 The fitful bursts of sleet had changed into a steady rain and the horses had heavy work even without a load behind them.
5 But now all desire for change had vanished, and the sight of the little enclosure gave him a warm sense of continuance and stability.
6 He kept his eyes fixed on her, marvelling at the way her face changed with each turn of their talk, like a wheat-field under a summer breeze.
7 Both bowed to the inexorable truth: they knew that Zeena never changed her mind, and that in her case a resolve once taken was equivalent to an act performed.
8 The fact that he had no right to show his feelings, and thus provoke the expression of hers, made him attach a fantastic importance to every change in her look and tone.
9 His hard day's work in the keen air made him feel at once lazy and light of mood, and he had a confused sense of being in another world, where all was warmth and harmony and time could bring no change.
10 It was a fact that since Mattie Silver's coming he had taken to shaving every day; but his wife always seemed to be asleep when he left her side in the winter darkness, and he had stupidly assumed that she would not notice any change in his appearance.
11 She changed her position, leaning forward to bend her head above her work, so that he saw only the foreshortened tip of her nose and the streak of red in her hair; then she slipped to her feet, saying "I can't see to sew," and went back to her chair by the lamp.