This light being reflected from the white surface of the cave, showed it all throbbing about her with a faint bluish white, ever and anon whelmed in the darkness and again glimmering out through its folds.

She seated herself on a ledge of snow that ran all round the foundation.

It was not so cold here as in the outer air, where a light frosty wind was blowing across the world of snow.

And she had not sat long, before, according to her custom when left to herself, she fell fast asleep.
Meantime Alec, his mother having gone to the town, was sitting alone, finishing, by the light of the fire, the last of a story.

At length the dreariness of an ended tale was about him, and he felt the inactivity to which he had been compelled all day no longer tolerable.