A great deal of that night's storm passed over his head unheard
after that. It was late when he went to bed. He crowded Bram's
long box-stove with wood before he extinguished the last candle.
And for an hour after that he lay awake, thinking of Celie and of
the great happiness that had come into his life all in one day.
During that hour he made the plans of a lifetime. Then he, too,
fell into sleep--a restless, uneasy slumber filled with many
visions. For a time there had come a lull in the gale, but now it
broke over the cabin in increased fury. A hand seemed slapping at
the window, threatening to break it, and a volley of wind and snow
shot suddenly down the chimney, forcing open the stove door, so
that a shaft of ruddy light cut like a red knife through the dense
gloom of the cabin. In varying ways the sounds played a part in
Philip's dreams. In all those dreams, and segments of dreams, the
girl was present. It was strange that in all of them she should be
his wife. And it was strange that the big woods and the deep snows
played no part in them.
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