1 One cold winter morning, as he dressed in the dark, his candle flickering in the draught of the ill-fitting window, he had heard her speak from the bed behind him.
2 Zeena always went to bed as soon as she had had her supper, and the shutterless windows of the house were dark.
3 When he raised himself again he saw that she was dragging toward the stove the old soap-box lined with carpet in which the cat made its bed.
4 I guess I'll lay down on the bed a little while, she answered mildly; and he turned and walked out of the room.
5 To this retreat he descended as soon as the house was quiet, and Zeena's steady breathing from the bed had assured him that there was to be no sequel to the scene in the kitchen.
6 and she'll sleep in my bed, where I used to lay nights and listen to hear you come up the stairs.
7 Old Mrs. Varnum, by this time, had gone up to bed, and her daughter and I were sitting alone, after supper, in the austere seclusion of the horse-hair parlour.
8 She had wanted him, in that first instant, wanted him as simply and unreasoningly as she wanted food to eat, horses to ride and a soft bed on which to lay herself.
9 Yes, it was good to creep back into bed and know that Ellen was abroad in the night and everything was right.
10 "Never mix cards and whisky unless you were weaned on Irish poteen," Gerald told Pork gravely the same evening, as Pork assisted him to bed.
11 Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words.
12 Lying in the bed with the moonlight streaming dimly over her, she pictured the whole scene in her mind.
13 On the bed lay the apple-green, watered-silk ball dress with its festoons of ecru lace, neatly packed in a large cardboard box.
14 Discarded garments lay about her on the floor, the bed, the chairs, in bright heaps of color and straying ribbons.
15 Scarlett had made certain that Melanie was lying down on the bed with Honey and Hetty Tarleton before she slipped into the hall and started down the stairs.