It lasted for an hour, during which the horses trotted on, trotted on.

Again the gray torrent roared away, the fine mist blew, the clouds lifted and separated, and, closing again, darkened for another onslaught.

This one brought sleet.

The driving pellets stung Helen's neck and cheeks, and for a while they fell so thick and so hard upon her back that she was afraid she could not hold up under them.

The bare places on the ground showed a sparkling coverlet of marbles of ice.
Thus, storm after storm rolled over Helen's head.