Bodies huddle together in misery, as they do in the cold, but hearts grow apart. There was every indication this woman must have loved this man as much as she was capable of loving, but probably, in the mutual, daily accusations of blame for the dreadful hardship weighing on the whole family, that had been extinguished. She had nothing left for her husband but cinders of affection. Yet, as is often the case, endearments had survived. Her lips spoke the words ‘dearest’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘my pet’ and so forth, while her heart remained silent.
