All the notions that went to make up this girl's idea of pain were gathered from her present life of monotony and loneliness.

All the notions that went to make up her idea of happiness were culled from what she had heard and dreamed of life beyond her wilderness.

Added to this there was the fact that the man who had presumed to stand between her and the accomplishment of the first strong volition of her life had become intolerable to her--whether more by his severity or by his kindliness she could not tell.

She folded her shawl-draped arms more strongly across her breast, and hugged to herself all the dreams and desires, hopes and dislikes, that had grown within her as she had grown in mind and stature in that isolated place.
How could she accomplish her will?
The flakes fell upon the copper gloss of her uncombed hair, on face and hands that reddened to the cold, and gathered in the folds of the shawl.
She stood as still as a waxen figure, if waxen figure could ever be true to the power of will which her pose betrayed.

When the ground was white with small dry flakes she moved again.