Ethan Frome
She took off her spectacles again, leaned toward me across the bead-work
table-cover, and went on with lowered voice: “There was one day, about
a week after the accident, when they all thought Mattie couldn’t live.
Well, I say it’s a pity she _did_. I said it right out to our minister
once, and he was shocked at me. Only he wasn’t with me that morning
when she first came to.... And I say, if she’d ha’ died, Ethan might ha’
lived; and the way they are now, I don’t see’s there’s much difference
between the Fromes up at the farm and the Fromes down in the graveyard;
’cept that down there they’re all quiet, and the women have got to hold
their tongues.”