ice-veil

Updated: May 23, 2025

Then at last the long-kept tears came to her, and she bent her white head in the snow. The old man came up with his pick, silently, and began working in the ice. The woman lay weeping, and the boy with his still, faint smile, lay looking at them, through the clear ice-veil, from his open eyes. I believe that the Professor found his bullet; I know not.

Various - Stories by American Authors, Volume 2