For he recognized his wife.
The buggy came nearer.

And then the most exquisite pang he had ever felt before at his wife's hands shot through him.

For as she recognized him she made a wild but impotent attempt to dash past him, and then as suddenly pulled up in the ditch.
He went up to her.

She was dirty, she was disheveled, she was haggard, she was plain.

There were rings of dust round her tear-swept eyes and smudges of dust-dried perspiration over her fair cheek.