The storm became a blizzard, and the cold became intense.

The men wrapped themselves in additional blankets.

The horses went patiently on, the driver peering anxiously ahead; but it must have been well after noon before the outlines of a large building near at hand bulked out of the leaden sky.
"I'm glad we're here," exclaimed the driver.
"Where ?" asked Dorian.
"At Hickson's." They drove into the yard and under a shed where the horses were unhitched and taken into a stable.

A light as if from a wood fire in a grate danced upon the white curtain of the unshaded windows.

With his mail-bag, the driver shuffled his way through the snow to the kitchen door and knocked.