She saw his red, congested face; the huge mouth wide open; his unclean shirt, with its frayed wristbands; and his huge feet encased in thick woollen socks.

Then her grief and the sense of her unhappiness returned more poignant than ever.

She stretched her arms out in front of her on her work-table, and, burying her face in them, cried and sobbed as though her heart would break.
The rain continued.

The panes of the single window ran with sheets of water; the eaves dripped incessantly.

It grew darker.