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.