The snowy woman is the lifeless seed, the rainless cloud, the unmagnetic lodestone, the drossful iron.

The great laws of nature affect her but passively.

If there is aught in the saying of the ancients, "The best only in nature can survive," the day of her extermination will come.

Fire is as chaste as snow, and infinitely more comforting.
Dorothy's patience was not to be tried for long.

Five minutes after she had climbed the gate she beheld John riding toward her from the direction of Rowsley, and her heart beat with thrill upon thrill of joy.