1 It was during their night walks back to the farm that he felt most intensely the sweetness of this communion.
2 He did not even know whether any one else in the world felt as he did, or whether he was the sole victim of this mournful privilege.
3 She stopped short, and he felt, in the darkness, that her face was lifted quickly to his.
4 She slipped out of his hold without speaking, and he stooped down and felt for the key.
5 He felt as if he had never before known what his wife looked like.
6 Ethan felt confusedly that there were many things he ought to think about, but through his tingling veins and tired brain only one sensation throbbed: the warmth of Mattie's shoulder against his.
7 But since he had seen her lips in the lamplight he felt that they were his.
8 He felt all the more sorry for the girl because misfortune had, in a sense, indentured her to them.
9 He felt that he might have "gone like his mother" if the sound of a new voice had not come to steady him.
10 At times, looking at Zeena's shut face, he felt the chill of such forebodings.
11 Ethan felt that if he had pleaded an urgent need Hale might have made shift to pay him; but pride, and an instinctive prudence, kept him from resorting to this argument.
12 A mournful peace hung on the fields, as though they felt the relaxing grasp of the cold and stretched themselves in their long winter sleep.
13 Again Ethan felt a sudden twinge of jealousy.
14 She nodded and laughed "Yes, one," and he felt a blackness settling on his brows.
15 Ethan, a moment earlier, had felt himself on the brink of eloquence; but the mention of Zeena had paralysed him.