I had closed my shutter, laid a mat to the door to prevent the snow from blowing in under it, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an hour on the hearth listening to the muffled fury of the tempest, I lit a candle, took down "Marmion," and beginning--
Cerré, apliqué una esterilla a la puerta para que la nieve, al derretirse, no entrase por debajo, encendí una vela y comencé a leer el libro de Marmion que me trajera Rivers: