It was the coldness which made it so awful.

Or the whiteness--which?
Everything was covered.

The blinds were down, a cloth hung over the mirror, a sheet hid the bed; a huge fan of white paper filled the fireplace.

Constantia timidly put out her hand; she almost expected a snowflake to fall.

Josephine felt a queer tingling in her nose, as if her nose was freezing.