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She drew her friend down beside her and pushed the yellow curtains more
wide apart. The pale light of a winter afternoon fell across long
stretches of snow and on burdened trees, bending down heavy branches as
though to rest their weight on the firm earth; and sometimes a little
mass of feathery snow slipped noiselessly from its uncertain bed and
roughened where it fell the smoothness of the white ground.
In a few minutes the two were going down the walk and out through the
old entrance between low walls, now mere shapeless mounds in their
covering of tangled, snow-laden vines. Anita seemed even more slender,
though perhaps a trifle taller, than one would have imagined seeing her
crouched on the window-seat. She had quick mouselike movements and
walked with sudden little starts as if she feared to lag behind, and
from her grey eyes all dreaminess was gone. The other girl moved
smoothly and easily with the swinging gait of a strong young animal and
held her head high to the cold wind that came over the open valley from
the hills in the west. Strands of bright hair blew over her forehead and
were tossed back as they threatened to blind her quick brown eyes.
On the bridge over the railroad the wind cut sharply. It poured along
the black road below, between high banks the whiteness of which was
beginning to grow dim in the unequal contest with smoke and cinders. A
woolly St. Bernard leaped from a neighbouring garden to greet Isabel as
the two hesitated for a moment; when they started again he fell in
behind and trudged patiently on, with only an occasional gambol which
resulted in much floundering, the snow being deep and his paws at their
clumsiest age.
Beyond the last houses of Rosemont village the girls bent to a long,
slow hill and, in spite of quickened breath, refreshed themselves after
the long silences of the morning and early afternoon, and the ordered
speech of the classroom, by wandering remarks, quick question and answer
and an admiration for the fretwork of trees against the sky more freely
expressed but less interjectional than is perhaps the custom among other
more frankly emotional girls.
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