It would not be dark all night, though the moon did not rise till late, for the snow gave out a ghostly radiance.

Surely it must be one of those substances that have the power of drinking and hoarding the light of the sun, that with their memories of it they may thin the darkness! I suspect everything does it more or less.
Far below were the lights of the castle, and across an unbroken waste of whiteness the gleams of the village.

The air was keen as an essence of points and edges, and the thought of the kitchen fire grew pleasant.

Cosmo took Joan's hand, and down the hill they ran, swiftly descending what they had toilsomely climbed.
As she ran, the thought that one of those lights was burning by the body of her father, rebuked Joan afresh.

She was not glad, and she could not be sorry! If Cosmo's father were to die, Cosmo would be both sorry and glad! But the boy turned his face, ever and again as they ran, up to hers--she was a little taller than he--and his every look comforted her.