Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠That Friday made the last of our fine days for a month. In the evening the weather broke: the wind shifted from south to north-east, and brought rain first, and then sleet and snow. On the morrow one could hardly imagine that there had been three weeks of summer: the primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry drifts; the larks were silent, the young leaves of the early trees smitten and black