que habían quedado medio cegados por el torbellino de tormentas colosales y distorsiones terraqueas; y que conservaban la expresión en el rostro que tales escenas habían engendrado. Estas aves sin nombre se acercaban bastante a Tess y Marian, pero de todo cuanto habían visto y la humanidad jamás vería, no traían relato alguno. La ambición del viajero por contar no era la suya y, con mudez impasible, descartaban experiencias a las que no concedían valor en favor de los incidentes inmediatos de estas tierras familiares: los triviales movimientos de las dos muchachas al desmenuzar los terrones con sus azadas para descubrir tal o cual cosa que estos visitantes saboreaban como alimento.
Then one day a peculiar quality invaded the air of this open country. There came a moisture which was not of rain, and a cold which was not of frost. It chilled the eyeballs of the twain, made their brows ache, penetrated to their skeletons, affecting the surface of the body less than its core.
They knew that it meant snow, and in the night the snow came.
Tess, who continued to live at the cottage with the warm gable that cheered any lonely pedestrian who paused beside it, awoke in the night, and heard above the thatch noises which seemed to signify that the roof had turned itself into a gymnasium of all the winds.
When she lit her lamp to get up in the morning she found that the snow had blown through a chink in the casement, forming a white cone of the finest powder against the inside, and had also come down the chimney, so that it lay sole-deep upon the floor, on which her shoes left tracks when she moved about.
Without, the storm drove so fast as to create a snow-mist in the kitchen; but as yet it was too dark out-of-doors to see anything.
Tess sabía que era imposible seguir con los suecos; y para cuando terminó de desayunar junto a la solitaria lamparita, Marian llegó para decirle que