1 He would have liked to stand there with her all night in the blackness.
2 A red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
3 Then the room grew perfectly black, and not a sound was audible but Zeena's asthmatic breathing.
4 She stood just as Zeena had stood, a lifted lamp in her hand, against the black background of the kitchen.
5 The sled swerved in response, but he righted it again, kept it straight, and drove down on the black projecting mass.
6 The words went on sounding between them as though a torch of warning flew from hand to hand through a black landscape.
7 Ahead of them, a long way off, a range of hills stained by mottlings of black forest flowed away in round white curves against the sky.
8 The other he tried to slip through hers; but she eluded him nimbly, and Frome's heart, which had swung out over a black void, trembled back to safety.
9 Then, striking upward, it threw a lustrous fleck on her lips, edged her eyes with velvet shade, and laid a milky whiteness above the black curve of her brows.
10 At first its weak flame made no impression on the shadows; then Zeena's face stood grimly out against the uncurtained pane, which had turned from grey to black.
11 Her "good" dress had been replaced by the black calico and brown knitted shawl which formed her daily wear, and with them she had put on her usual face and manner.
12 They walked on in silence through the blackness of the hemlock-shaded lane, where Ethan's sawmill gloomed through the night, and out again into the comparative clearness of the fields.
13 Young Ethan Frome walked at a quick pace along the deserted street, past the bank and Michael Eady's new brick store and Lawyer Varnum's house with the two black Norway spruces at the gate.
14 They had reached the point where the road dipped to the hollow by Ethan's mill and as they descended the darkness descended with them, dropping down like a black veil from the heavy hemlock boughs.
15 They had reached the crest of the Corbury road, and between the indistinct white glimmer of the church and the black curtain of the Varnum spruces the slope stretched away below them without a sled on its length.
16 The guests were preparing to leave, and the tide had already set toward the passage where coats and wraps were hung, when a young man with a sprightly foot and a shock of black hair shot into the middle of the floor and clapped his hands.
17 The moon had set, but the night was so transparent that the white house-fronts between the elms looked gray against the snow, clumps of bushes made black stains on it, and the basement windows of the church sent shafts of yellow light far across the endless undulations.
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