Barren Ground

A girl in an orange-coloured shawl stood at the window of Pedlar's store
and looked, through the falling snow, at the deserted road. Though she
watched there without moving, her attitude, in its stillness, gave an
impression of arrested flight, as if she were running toward life.

Bare, starved, desolate, the country closed in about her. The last train
of the day had gone by without stopping, and the station of Pedlar's Mill
was as lonely as the abandoned fields by the track. From the bleak
horizon...