1 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.
2 Sometimes their way led them under the shade of an overhanging bank or through the thin obscurity of a clump of leafless trees.
3 Across its frozen surface, from the farther bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical shadow which gave the lake its name.
4 But reluctantly she replaced her shoes and stockings and trudged down the bank, spongy with moss, under the shady trees.
5 She would not put the money in the bank, for it might fail or the Yankees might confiscate it.
6 An old friend who made the Grand Tour with me before the war has offered me a position in his father's bank.
7 And Frank had deposited it in the bank in his own name, so now she could not even hire a rig.
8 You'll want me to bank you, at some incredibly low interest, so you can buy more mills and more mules and build more saloons.
9 "When I need money I'll borrow it from the bank, thank you," she said coldly, but her breast was heaving with rage.
10 Rhett now had a desk in the bank.
11 What he did at this desk the bewildered officials of the bank did not know, but he owned too large a block of the stock for them to protest his presence there.
12 Mrs. Merriwether, wishing to expand her growing bakery, had tried to borrow two thousand dollars from the bank with her house as security.
13 The stout old lady was storming out of the bank when Rhett stopped her, learned the trouble and said, worriedly: "But there must be some mistake, Mrs. Merriwether."
14 The bank wants to lend money to people like you.
15 When he came home from the bank in the afternoon, he took her walking down Peachtree Street, holding her hand, slowing his long strides to her toddling steps, patiently answering her thousand questions.