I see it! I see it! but how shall I make my reader see it with me?
It was ghastly.

The only similitude of life was the perplexed and multitudinous motion of the drifting, falling flakes.
No shape was to be seen, no sound but that of the wind to be heard.
It was like the dream of a delirious child after reading the ancient theory of the existence of the world by the rushing together of fortuitous atoms.

Wan and thick, tumultuous, innumerable to millions of angels, an interminable tempest of intermingling and indistinguishable vortices, it stretched on and on, a boundless hell of cold and shapelessness--white thinned with gray, and fading into gray blackness, into tangible darkness.
The moment the fury of the blast abated, Agnes turned, and without a word, began again her boring march, forcing her way through the palpable obstructions of wind and snow.

Unable to prevent her, Cosmo followed.

But he comforted himself with the thought, that, if the storm continued he would get his father to use his authority against her attempting a return before the morning.