![]() ![]() ![]() Opposite the Varnum gate, where the road fell away toward the Corbury valley, the church reared its slim white steeple and narrow peristyle. 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. 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. In a sky of iron the points of the Dipper hung like icicles and Orion flashed his cold fires. The village lay under two feet of snow, with drifts at the windy corners. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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