Chapter

1 V  | through the gorge. The air is icy, the granite looks black,
2 VI |      window and opened it.~An icy breeze, sharp and bracing,
3 VI |      of former days, damp and icy, seemed to permeate one’
4 VI |   country the year round.~The icy atmosphere pierced to their
5 VII|       morning were white with icy foam.~On one of these mornings,
6 VII|   ascended from them into the icy air.~One evening the thermometer
7 IX |     last kiss on her mother’s icy forehead and seeing the
8 XII|      it began to rain, a fine icy rain, driven by a light