He tied his horse to the fence and looked doubtfully about him . Untrodden snowdrifts were heaped about the front door , so he turned towards the kitchen and walked slowly past the bare lilac trees along the fence . There was no sign of life about the place . It was beginning to snow again , softly and thickly , and the hills and river were hidden behind a misty white veil . He lifted his hand to knock , but before he could do so , the door was flung open and Min herself confronted him on the threshold . She did not now have on the man 's overcoat which she had worn at the store , and her neat , close-fitting home-spun dress revealed to perfection the full , magnificent curves of her figure . Her splendid hair was braided about her head in a glossy coronet , and her dark eyes were ablaze with ill-suppressed anger . Again Telford was overcome by a sense of her wonderful loveliness . Not all the years of bondage to ill-temper and misguided will had been able to blot out the beauty of that proud , dark face . She lifted one large but shapely brown hand and pointed to the gate . `` Go ! '' she said threateningly . `` Mrs. Palmer , '' began Telford , but she silenced him with an imperious gesture . `` I do n't want any of your kind here . I hate all you ministers . Did you come here to lecture me ? I suppose some of the Corner saints set you on me . You 'll never cross my threshold . '' Telford returned her defiant gaze unflinchingly . His dark-blue eyes , magnetic in their power and sweetness , looked gravely , questioningly , into Min 's stormy orbs .
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