But something drew her towards it, and she could yield to it or resist it at will.

She got up to rouse herself, and slipped off her plaid and the cape of her warm dress.

For a moment she regained her self-possession, and realized that the thin peasant who had come in wearing a long overcoat, with buttons missing from it, was the stoveheater, that he was looking at the thermometer, that it was the wind and snow bursting in after him at the door; but then everything grew blurred again....