Yet thereafter, as often as Zashue approached her in his harmless, bantering manner, she experienced a strange, sudden pang.

She was reminded of having done wrong in not having been open with him.

The Indian's conscience is hemmed in by bonds arising from his social and religious organization; why, for instance, should she have told her spouse?
He was neither of her clan nor of her party.

He belonged to the summer people, she to those of winter.

She stood outside of all secret associations, whereas he was a Koshare.
The winter following proved to be mild and dry.