1 With a pressure of his arm he guided her toward the Norway spruces.
2 For the first time he stole his arm about her, and she did not resist.
3 He went up to Mattie as she bent above the stove, and laid his hand on her arm.
4 Ethan dragged the sled with one hand and passed the other through Mattie's arm.
5 Ethan stood before the door, his head heavy with dreams, his arm still about Mattie.
6 He saw Eady, after a moment, jump from the cutter and go toward the girl with the reins over one arm.
7 Their arms had slipped apart and they stood motionless, each seeking to distinguish the other's face.
8 For a moment such a flame of hate rose in him that it ran down his arm and clenched his fist against her.
9 He tried in vain to roll over in the direction of the sound, and stretched his left arm out across the snow.
10 Then she recrossed the floor and lifted two of the geranium pots in her arms, moving them away from the cold window.
11 He slipped an arm through hers, as Eady had done, and fancied it was faintly pressed against her side, but neither of them moved.
12 She walked out of the kitchen ahead of them and pausing in the hall raised the lamp at arm's-length, as if to light them up the stairs.
13 He knew that most young men made nothing at all of giving a pretty girl a kiss, and he remembered that the night before, when he had put his arm about Mattie, she had not resisted.
14 Zeena had always been what Starkfield called "sickly," and Frome had to admit that, if she were as ailing as she believed, she needed the help of a stronger arm than the one which lay so lightly in his during the night walks to the farm.
15 There he lit a candle-end, opened the china-closet, and, reaching his long arm up to the highest shelf, laid the pieces together with such accuracy of touch that a close inspection convinced him of the impossibility of detecting from below that the dish was broken.
16 She had plunged the breakfast dishes into a tin dish-pan and was bending above it with her slim arms bared to the elbow, the steam from the hot water beading her forehead and tightening her rough hair into little brown rings like the tendrils on the traveller's joy.
17 Mattie Silver had lived under his roof for a year, and from early morning till they met at supper he had frequent chances of seeing her; but no moments in her company were comparable to those when, her arm in his, and her light step flying to keep time with his long stride, they walked back through the night to the farm.
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