第30章与美丽邂逅（12）
Mr。RobertLyndonceremarkedofJaen’scharacters:heyarepeopleinwhoselivesaslightfallofsnowisaherisktothiswittyair。Woodhouse，Imustinsistthatlastnight’sfallofsnowherewasa。Iwasnearlyasexcitedaboutitthismasthe，whomIfouhroughthenurserywindowatthemagicoutsideandgasexcitedlyasifChristmashadsuddenlyeroundagaiis，however，thatthesnowwasasstraiwastothem。Itisthefirstfallwehavehadherethiswinter，andlastyearIwasoutofthetry，broilirthesnowyseason，sothatitreallydoesseemanagesihegroundsofantasticallycarpeted。ItasawaylastyearthatImetthethreeyounggirlsfruianawhohadjustreturheirfirstvisittoEnglahingsthathadimpressedthemmostweretheendlesscrowdsofpeopleintheLoraheyemphasizedthis，fortheyhadspentalltheirlivesiownwhereeverybodyknowseverybody），andthesnow-coveredlaheyawoketwheayingsomewhereiheyweresothrilledahattheyflungaretengdemureyoungladiesaofthehousetoruntoandfrlitteringpilysgfootmarksoroddeasthedidihism。
&fallofsnowisnotoisamagit。Yougotobedinonekindofworldaofindyourselfiedifferent，andifthisisment，theobefouh，theeeriequiethethimical。Ifallthesoeringcrash，awakeningusinthemiddleofthewouldberobbedofitswofluttersdown，soundless，hourafterhour。Outsidetheclosedsofthebedroomavasttransformatioakiasifamyriadelvesawork，aurnandyawownothingaboutit。Aaraeitis!Itisasifthehouseyouareinhadbeendroppeddowniiheinside，whiotbeentouched，seemsdifferent，everyrsmalleraasifsomeptoturnitintoawoodcutter’shutlog-。Outside，wherethegardeerday，thereisnowawhiteandglistehevillagebeyondisnolongeryourownfamiliarclusterofroofsbutavillageinanoldGermanfairy-tale。Youwouldnotbesurprisedtolearnthatallthepeoplethere，thespeistress，thecobbler，theretiredsaster，a，hadsufferedagetooandhadbeequeerelvishbeings，purveyorsofinvisibledmagicshoes。Youyourselvesdohesamepeopleyouwereyesterday。Howcouldyouwhensomuchhasbeehereisacuriousstir，alittleshiverofext，troublingthehouse，hefeelingthereisabroadwheobemade。The，ofcourse，areallextbuteveshangaboutandtalktooherlohalingdowntotheday’swork。Nobodyresistthewindows。Itislikebeingonboardaship。
&upthismtheworldwasachilledhollowofdeadwhiteandfaihelightthatcamethroughtheasveryqueer，andittrivedtomakethefamiliarbusinessofsplashingandshavingandbrushinganddressingveryqueertoo。Thenthesu，aimeIhadsatdow。Itwasshiningbravelyandflushihdeliks。ThediningroomwindowhadbeentraoalovelyJapahelittleplum-treeoutside，withthefaintlyflushedsnowliningitsboughsandartfullydisposedalongitstrunk，stoodinfullsunlight。AnhourortwolatereverythingwasacoldglitterofwhiteaheletelygedagaileJapashadallvanished。Ilookedoutofmystudywihegardeothelowhillsbeyond，andthegroundwasoneloheskywassteely，areessomanyblaistershapes。Therewasihingcuriouslysihewholeprospect。Itwasasifourkindlytryside，closetotheveryheartofEnglauroacruelsteppe。Ataseemed，abhtbeseefromtheblaanyiyrannymightbeheardapatowbereddewasthatkindoflandscape。
Nowithasgedagain。Theglarehasgoouchofthesinisterremains。Butthesnowisfallingheavily，iflakes，sothatyouhardlyseeacrosstheshallowvalley，andtheroofsarethidthetreesallbending，ahercockofthevillagechurch，stilltobeseenthroughthegreyloadedair，hasbeecreatureoutofHansAndersen。Frommystudy，whichispartfromthehousea，Iseetheflatteningtheirthenurserywindow，andthereisrunningthroughmyheadajangleofrhymeIusedtorepeatwhenIwasadflattenedmythedowwatgthefallingsnow:
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