I'll make her change her tone if I have to use force to do it!" He arose from his chair and went and looked out into the street.

The long drizzle had begun.

Pedestrians had turned up collars, and trousers at the bottom.

Hands were hidden in the pockets of the umbrella less; umbrellas were up.

The street looked like a sea of round black cloth roofs, twisting, bobbing, moving.