He now noted that Ross was looking almost ill, his eyes sunken, the lids red at the edges,
as if from loss of sleep.
Again in creek bottoms, in the edges
of woods, they found him, erect, motionless, tail straight out, a living, breathing statue in white.
It seemed to add a new bitterness to their poverty- to that poverty, by the way, of which she had scarcely felt the sharp edges