The faces of all were flushed.
Vance leaned nervelessly against the door.

The whole situation seemed so unthinkably impossible.

An insane desire to laugh came over him, which resolved itself into a coughing fit.

But Frona, realizing her own pressing need by the growing absence of sensation in her feet, stepped forward.
"Hello, Del!" she called.
The mirth froze on his face at the familiar sound and he slowly and unwilling turned his head to meet her.

She had slipped the hood of her parka back, and her face, outlined against the dark fur, rosy with the cold and bright, was like a shaft of the sun shot into the murk of a boozing-ken.