The storm roared without and at times it volleyed down the chimney, making the flames leap and dance, but the sense of security and safety was strong within him.

The war passed by, forgotten for the time.

History, it was true, repeated itself, and this was the abandoned hotel at Chastel over again, but they were in a far better position now.

No one could come against them, unless the man Muller should prove to be a foe.

And he resolved, too, gazing into the flames, that they should not steal Julie from him here, as they had taken her at Chastel.
Darkness, save for the gleam of the snow, came over the mountain, but the flakes were driving so thick and fast that they formed a white blanket before the window, as impervious as black night itself.