"What is it?" said I, starting. "Is she here?"
"No, no. Don't deceive yourself, my dear. Nobody's here. But I've got it!"
The crystallized snow was in his eyelashes, in his hair, lying in ridges on his dress. He had to shake it from his face and get his breath before he spoke to me.

"What is it?" said I, starting. "Is she here?"
"No, no, my dear. Nobody's here. But I've got it!"
The crystallized snow was in his eyelashes and his hair. He had to shake it from his face before he spoke.
