Chapter 109
The Story of the YearIT was near the end of January, and a terrible fall of
snow was pelting down, and whirling through the streets and lanes;
the windows were plastered with snow on the outside, snow fell in
masses from the roofs. Every one seemed in a great hurry; they ran,
they flew, fell into each other's arms, holding fast for a moment
as long as they could stand safely. Coaches and horses looked as if
they had been frosted with sugar. The footmen stood with their
backs against the carriages, so as to turn their faces from the
wind. The foot passengers kept within the shelter of the carriages,
which could only move slowly on in the deep snow. At last the storm
abated, and a narrow path was swept clean in front of the houses;
when two persons met in this path th
