More loudly it rushed and roared and dashed its sand-like snow against the windows of Mrs.Ridley's chamber.

The sick woman shivered and the fever-flush died out of her face.
"You must lie down!" said the nurse, speaking with decision and putting her hands on Mrs.Ridley to press her back.

But the latter resisted.
"Indeed, indeed, ma'am," urged the nurse, showing great anxiety, "you must lie down and keep covered up in bed.

It might be the death of you." "Oh, that's awful!" exclaimed Mrs.Ridley as the wind went howling by and the snow came in heavier gusts against the windows.

"Past eleven, did you say ?" "Yes, ma'am, and the doctor ought to have been here long ago.