she wanted sympathy, not consolation
Bettsbridge and Shadd's Falls
careless powerful look he had, in spite of a lameness checking each step like the jerk of a chain.
but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods...
But a wet snow, melting to sleet, had fallen in the night and turned the roads to glass.
the air was so still that now and then he heard a lump of snow come thumping down from a tree
