She sometimes felt proud of him, despite the ever present knowledge that, intellectually speaking, she was his superior.

There was something strong and simple and manly in a sort of mediaeval way that pleased her in this big husband of hers.
"And how did you finish him off ?" she asked.
"I choked him.

That bear knocked me down, but Steinmetz shot him.

We were four days out in the open after that elk.

This is a lynx--a queer face--rather like De Chauxville; the dogs killed him." "But why do you not paper the room," asked Etta, with a shiver, "instead of this gloomy panelling?
It is so mysterious and creepy.