1 "Well, I'd like to talk to you about it," said Zeena obstinately.
2 For the first time he stole his arm about her, and she did not resist.
3 That thrust had frightened him more than any vague insinuations about Denis Eady.
4 "Guess you forgot about us, Zeena," Ethan joked, stamping the snow from his boots.
5 Ethan stood before the door, his head heavy with dreams, his arm still about Mattie.
6 He had always been more sensitive than the people about him to the appeal of natural beauty.
7 The girl seemed to waver, and Frome saw her twirl the end of her scarf irresolutely about her fingers.
8 They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and grey under the stars.
9 She was almost the last to leave the hall, and she stood looking uncertainly about her as if wondering why he did not show himself.
10 But now, as he stood outside the church, and saw Mattie spinning down the floor with Denis Eady, a throng of disregarded hints and menaces wove their cloud about his brain.
11 But when Zenobia's doctor recommended her looking about for some one to help her with the house-work the clan instantly saw the chance of exacting a compensation from Mattie.
12 As he lay there he could hear Mattie moving about in her room, and her candle, sending its small ray across the landing, drew a scarcely perceptible line of light under his door.
13 Ethan felt confusedly that there were many things he ought to think about, but through his tingling veins and tired brain only one sensation throbbed: the warmth of Mattie's shoulder against his.
14 Again he listened, fancying he heard a distant sound in the house; then he felt in his pocket for a match, and kneeling down, passed its light slowly over the rough edges of snow about the doorstep.
15 She let Denis Eady lead out the horse, climb into the cutter and fling back the bearskin to make room for her at his side; then, with a swift motion of flight, she turned about and darted up the slope toward the front of the church.
16 He did his best to supplement her unskilled efforts, getting up earlier than usual to light the kitchen fire, carrying in the wood overnight, and neglecting the mill for the farm that he might help her about the house during the day.
17 As she passed down the line, her light figure swinging from hand to hand in circles of increasing swiftness, the scarf flew off her head and stood out behind her shoulders, and Frome, at each turn, caught sight of her laughing panting lips, the cloud of dark hair about her forehead, and the dark eyes which seemed the only fixed points in a maze of flying lines.
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