1 "It's like being in an exhausted receiver," he thought.
2 The girl was more than the bright serviceable creature he had thought her.
3 At the end of the village he paused before the darkened front of the church.
4 Seen thus, from the pure and frosty darkness in which he stood, it seemed to be seething in a mist of heat.
5 It was during their night walks back to the farm that he felt most intensely the sweetness of this communion.
6 Hitherto Ethan Frome had been content to think him a mean fellow; but now he positively invited a horse-whipping.
7 The leader of the reel, who looked as if he had Irish blood in his veins, danced well, and his partner caught his fire.
8 He did not even know whether any one else in the world felt as he did, or whether he was the sole victim of this mournful privilege.
9 As he strode along through the snow the sense of such meanings glowed in his brain and mingled with the bodily flush produced by his sharp tramp.
10 To keep out of range of the revealing rays from within he made a circuit through the untrodden snow and gradually approached the farther angle of the basement wall.
11 Now and then he turned his eyes from the girl's face to that of her partner, which, in the exhilaration of the dance, had taken on a look of almost impudent ownership.
12 Thence, still hugging the shadow, he edged his way cautiously forward to the nearest window, holding back his straight spare body and craning his neck till he got a glimpse of the room.
13 or whom he could hold entranced before a ledge of granite thrusting up through the fern while he unrolled the huge panorama of the ice age, and the long dim stretches of succeeding time.
14 She had an eye to see and an ear to hear: he could show her things and tell her things, and taste the bliss of feeling that all he imparted left long reverberations and echoes he could wake at will.
15 When his wife first proposed that they should give Mattie an occasional evening out he had inwardly demurred at having to do the extra two miles to the village and back after his hard day on the farm; but not long afterward he had reached the point of wishing that Starkfield might give all its nights to revelry.
16 Mattie Silver had lived under his roof for a year, and from early morning till they met at supper he had frequent chances of seeing her; but no moments in her company were comparable to those when, her arm in his, and her light step flying to keep time with his long stride, they walked back through the night to the farm.
17 Four or five years earlier he had taken a year's course at a technological college at Worcester, and dabbled in the laboratory with a friendly professor of physics; and the images supplied by that experience still cropped up, at unexpected moments, through the totally different associations of thought in which he had since been living.
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