1 The winter morning was as clear as crystal.
2 He fell asleep, and when he woke the chill of the winter dawn was in the room.
3 It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
4 He gazed blankly about the kitchen, which looked cold and squalid in the rainy winter twilight.
5 He wanted to get the feeling of it into his hand, so that it would sleep there like a seed in winter.
6 There was in him a slumbering spark of sociability which the long Starkfield winters had not yet extinguished.
7 He had often thought since that it would not have happened if his mother had died in spring instead of winter.
8 A mournful peace hung on the fields, as though they felt the relaxing grasp of the cold and stretched themselves in their long winter sleep.
9 During the winter months there was no stage between Starkfield and Bettsbridge, and the trains which stopped at Corbury Flats were slow and infrequent.
10 One cold winter morning, as he dressed in the dark, his candle flickering in the draught of the ill-fitting window, he had heard her speak from the bed behind him.
11 That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.
12 It was a fact that since Mattie Silver's coming he had taken to shaving every day; but his wife always seemed to be asleep when he left her side in the winter darkness, and he had stupidly assumed that she would not notice any change in his appearance.
13 Great was her amazement, and that of old Mrs. Varnum, on learning that Ethan Frome's old horse had carried me to and from Corbury Junction through the worst blizzard of the winter; greater still their surprise when they heard that his master had taken me in for the night.
14 And there were other sensations, less definable but more exquisite, which drew them together with a shock of silent joy: the cold red of sunset behind winter hills, the flight of cloud-flocks over slopes of golden stubble, or the intensely blue shadows of hemlocks on sunlit snow.