She laughed as she spoke, but the laugh had rather a forced tone.
Suddenly she became conscious that she was tired and chilled, that her
coat was soaked, and her boots heavy with damp. Though only a few paces
away, the figure of her companion was wreathed with tendrils of mist;
they were floating round her also; blinding her eyes, catching her
breath, sending fresh shivers down her back. A pang of fear shot
through her at the thought of what might lie ahead.
Like two grey ghosts they struggled onward through the gloom.