But there were not wraps enough to go around among the women, by far the larger part of them were covered only by their night-dresses or their bed-gowns.
It was abominably cold; the rain fell continually, and the wind blew in long gusts, piercing, cutting.

Every plunge of the boat threw icy bullets of spray into the air, which the wind caught up and flung down broad upon the boat.

Sometimes even a huge wave would break just upon their quarter, and then great torrents of bitter, freezing water would fall over them in a deluge, leaving a sediment of salt that cracked the skin.

The women were huddled upon the bottom of the boat near the waist, where they had been placed for greater safety.

They were fouled with the muddy water that gathered there, their long hair dishevelled, dripping with sleet, clinging to their wet cheeks and throats, their bodies showing pink with cold, through their thin, soaked coverings, their limbs racked with long incessant shudderings, a wretched group, miserable beyond words.