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Took a while to get into but once Wharton sets up the conflict in this story, you can’t put it down. The evocative descriptions of the winter and the landscapes simply add to the bleakness of unconsumated love that this story relates. It’s a heartbreaking tale of the struggle between passion and duty; self and the other. If you’re after the feel-good factor though, look elsewhere. It’s a bleak as the winter snow.
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
bay: a horse of a moderate reddish-brown color
exanimate: lifeless: deprived of life
bole: the main stem of a tree.
I say, if she’d ha’ died, Ethan might ha’ lived; and the way they are now, I don’t see’s there’s much difference between the Fromes up at the farm and the Fromes down in the graveyard; ‘cept that down there they’re all quiet, and the women have got to hold their tongues.
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2007 – March