1 By a devious track between the fields they wound back to the Starkfield road.
2 She moved forward a step or two and then paused again above the dip of the Corbury road.
3 At the gate, instead of making for Starkfield, he turned the sorrel to the right, up the Bettsbridge road.
4 Ethan's ears were alert for the jingle of sleigh-bells, but not a sound broke the silence of the lonely road.
5 Suddenly he heard the old sorrel whinny across the road, and thought: "He's wondering why he doesn't get his supper."
6 He started down the road toward their house, but at the end of a few yards he pulled up sharply, the blood in his face.
7 He stretched out his legs, drove his heels into the road to keep the sled from slipping forward, and bent her head back between his hands.
8 Opposite the Varnum gate, where the road fell away toward the Corbury valley, the church reared its slim white steeple and narrow peristyle.
9 They drove slowly up the road between fields glistening under the pale sun, and then bent to the right down a lane edged with spruce and larch.
10 A cutter, mounting the road from the village, passed them by in a joyous flutter of bells, and they straightened themselves and looked ahead with rigid faces.
11 But his cheek touched hers, and it was cold and full of weeping, and he saw the road to the Flats under the night and heard the whistle of the train up the line.
12 She gave him a last nod of sympathy while her son chirped to the horse; and Ethan, as she drove off, stood in the middle of the road and stared after the retreating sleigh.
13 His first object was to reach Starkfield before Hale had started for his work; he knew the carpenter had a job down the Corbury road and was likely to leave his house early.
14 Every yard of the road was alive with Mattie's presence, and there was hardly a branch against the sky or a tangle of brambles on the bank in which some bright shred of memory was not caught.
15 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.
16 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.
17 The pitch of the Corbury road, below lawyer Varnum's spruces, was the favourite coasting-ground of Starkfield, and on clear evenings the church corner rang till late with the shouts of the coasters; but to-night not a sled darkened the whiteness of the long declivity.
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