The dog at his feet whined uneasily as if suspecting something wrong.

The wind from the south was full of the wonderful odor of springing grass, warm, brown earth, and oozing sap.

Overhead, to the west, the stars were shining in the cloudless sky, dimmed a little in brightness by the faint silvery veil of moisture in the air.

The man's soul grew very tender as he stood waiting for his bride.

He was rough, illiterate, yet there was something fine about him after all, a kind of simplicity and a gigantic, leonine tenderness.
He heard his sweetheart moving about inside, and thought: "The old man won't hold out when he finds we're married.