Among these were Zashue and his wife.

The woman leaned against him, and often looked up to his face with a smile.

She felt happy by the side of her husband, and however harrowing the thought of her future seemed to be, the present was blissful to her.
After a while Zashue rose, and his spouse followed him anxiously to the door, trembling lest he should leave her alone for the night.

She grasped his hand, and he stood for a while in the outer doorway gazing at the sky.

Every sound was hushed except the rushing of the brook.