The arrival of the new year brought an extraordinary, unseasonable thaw to the Berkshire mountains. The snow that had blanketed Hawthorne Manor for weeks melted into rushing mountain brooks that fed the sparkling waters of the Housatonic River. Icicles dripped from the slate eaves along the grand avenue, and in the sheltered corners of the Beatrix Farrand formal gardens the first brave snowdrops pushed up through the softening earth. Claire…
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