1 Young Ethan Frome walked at a quick pace along the deserted street, past the bank and Michael Eady's new brick store and Lawyer Varnum's house with the two black Norway spruces at the gate.
2 The other he tried to slip through hers; but she eluded him nimbly, and Frome's heart, which had swung out over a black void, trembled back to safety.
3 Then the room grew perfectly black, and not a sound was audible but Zeena's asthmatic breathing.
4 She stood just as Zeena had stood, a lifted lamp in her hand, against the black background of the kitchen.
5 Then, striking upward, it threw a lustrous fleck on her lips, edged her eyes with velvet shade, and laid a milky whiteness above the black curve of her brows.
6 At first its weak flame made no impression on the shadows; then Zeena's face stood grimly out against the uncurtained pane, which had turned from grey to black.
7 The words went on sounding between them as though a torch of warning flew from hand to hand through a black landscape.
8 Her "good" dress had been replaced by the black calico and brown knitted shawl which formed her daily wear, and with them she had put on her usual face and manner.
9 A red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
10 Ahead of them, a long way off, a range of hills stained by mottlings of black forest flowed away in round white curves against the sky.
11 They had reached the point where the road dipped to the hollow by Ethan's mill and as they descended the darkness descended with them, dropping down like a black veil from the heavy hemlock boughs.
12 The sled swerved in response, but he righted it again, kept it straight, and drove down on the black projecting mass.
13 Her eyes were pale green without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.
14 But she smiled when she spoke, consciously deepening her dimple and fluttering her bristly black lashes as swiftly as butterflies' wings.
15 For here were no long, straight furrows, such as could be seen in the yellow clay fields of the flat middle Georgia country or in the lush black earth of the coastal plantations.