He's but a cooerd, ye ken, Grannie, for whan ye resist him, he rins." She made no answer.

Cosmo shook hands with her, and went, followed by Agnes, who locked the door behind her, and put the key in her pocket.
It was indeed a wild night.

The wind was rushing from the north, full of sharp stinging pellicles, something between snow-flakes and hail-stones.

Down the wide village street it came right in their faces.

Through it, as through a thin shifting sheet, they saw on both sides the flickering lights of the many homes, but before them lay darkness, and the moor, a chaos, a carnival of wind and snow.
Worst of all the snow on the road was not BINDING, and their feet felt as if walking on sand.