Chapter 33

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​⁠When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night. The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost impassable. I had closed my shutter, laid a mat to the door to prevent the snow from blowing in under it, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an hour on the hearth listening to the muffled fury of