So she thought, even as for one searching moment she studied the other's face.

And in the situation she found an uplifting awfulness, such as comes when the veil is thrust aside and one gazes on the mysteriousness of Deity.

She remembered: "Her feet take hold of hell; her house is the way to the grave, going down to the chamber of death," and in the same instant strong upon her was the vision of the familiar gesture with which the woman's hand had gone out in mute appeal, and she looked aside, out over the dreary endless white, and for her, too, the day became filled with sadness.
She gave an involuntary, half-nervous shiver, though she said, naturally enough, "Come, let us walk on and get the blood moving again.
I had no idea it was so cold till I stood still." She turned to the dogs: "Mush-on! King! You Sandy! Mush!" And back again to the woman, "I am quite chilled, and as for you, you must be--" "Quite warm, of course.

You have been running and your clothes are wet against you, while I have kept up the needful circulation and no more.
I saw you when you leaped off the sled below the hospital and vanished down the river like a Diana of the snows.

How I envied you! You must enjoy it." "Oh, I do," Frona answered, simply.