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You would not understand! . . . What are you doing?" springing toward her to stay her arm. But he was too late. The flame was already eating into the heart of that precious testament. She moved swiftly, and a table stood between them. He was powerless. The letter crumbled into black flakes upon the table. She set down the candle, breathing quickly, her amber eyes blazing with triumph.
It was snowing very hard, great blinding flakes that came whirling defiantly into your eyes, nose, and mouth; almost preventing a necessary amount of sight and breath: and they had collected to such depth, that walking was a matter of much labor, and only a few plucky pedestrians were out to enliven the quiet shrouded streets.
Now the flakes, which had been gradually thinning, died away entirely, and the children suddenly discovered that they had not been snowflakes at all but only a cloud of white feathers sent whirling through the house, out of the windows, and up the chimney by some disturbance in the midst of a great heap in one corner of the room as high as a haystack.
The only similitude of life was the perplexed and multitudinous motion of the drifting, falling flakes. No shape was to be seen, no sound but that of the wind to be heard. It was like the dream of a delirious child after reading the ancient theory of the existence of the world by the rushing together of fortuitous atoms.
"Ain't they ever goin' to open up?" queried a hoarse voice, suggestively. This seemed to renew the general interest in the closed door, and many gazed in that direction. They looked at it as dumb brutes look, as dogs paw and whine and study the knob. They shifted and blinked and muttered, now a curse, now a comment. Still they waited and still the snow whirled and cut them with biting flakes.
After I left the town of Gefle the blue sky became obscured by clouds, a few flakes of snow began to fall, then more and more came down, and soon they covered the old snow, that was already of good depth. I had never before had a post-horse that went so fast, and I wondered why. The horse knew, but I did not: a big snowstorm was coming!
Outside it had begun to snow, and the flakes drifted past the windows filled with red and white blossoms like a silvery veil of the storm. "Yes," said Mrs. Lee. Then she added, with a keen although covert glance at her son: "I like the younger sister." "She is considered quite a beauty, I believe," said Wollaston. "Quite a beauty; she is a perfect beauty," said his mother with emphasis.
The Poltram folks" this was the common pronunciation of the town's name "have a liking for missiles at seasons of excitement." From table, they went to the library as yet unfurnished with volumes and made themselves comfortable by the fireside. Through the windows nothing could be seen but a tempestuous whirl of flakes.
Very slowly conscious: with a weak groping to comprehend the sudden, awful change that had come on him, and then forgetting his old life, and the change, and the pity he felt for himself, in the vague content of the fire-lit room, and his nurse with her interminable knitting through the long afternoons, while the sky without would thicken and gray, and a few still flakes of snow would come drifting down to whiten the brown fields, with no chilly thought of winter, but only to make the quiet autumn more quiet.
It was like the snow flakes she talked about, sculpturing the rocks, shaping destiny. Would the day ever come when they two could ride forth adventuring happiness together?
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