His wife hastily hid the children under the bed, and then opened the door.

In one instant both the man and his wife were hiding under the table, and to all appearance the room was empty.

Posket and his wife hide under the same table, each unaware of the other's identity.

Her husband returned, and the wife hid the parson and the food.

Today, his wife still hides his roots from their friends.

And his wife could no longer hide the worry in her eyes.

In another breakup, the wife took the husband's mother's candlesticks and hid them.

His wife, 5-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son hid in the attic.

Even now, as the stigma has eased, he and his wife still hide behind their borrowed name.

The wind was so fierce that he, his wife, and his child hid under a bed.