Hardly once since Jennie had entered into his thought had those ghosts returned to torment him.
To-morrow she would be gone among good, kind people with a possibility of finding her relatives.

He thanked God for that; nevertheless, he felt a pang.
She slept more than half the day.

Duane kept guard, always alert, whether he was sitting, standing, or walking.

The rain pattered steadily on the roof and sometimes came in gusty flurries through the door.
The horses were outside in a shed that afforded poor shelter, and they stamped restlessly.

Duane kept them saddled and bridled.
About the middle of the afternoon Jennie awoke.