
The train stopped three miles from Cliffe-on-Sea, its engine buried against a drift while snow turned the windows white. We are delayed, not defeated; a rug, a warm carriage, and a little company will carry us through. You step into this one-chapter preview with Bessie Lambert at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The road to the Lambert house vanished under snow, but two girls walked it together while the telegraph carried the truth toward Oatlands. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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