On one side, however, he suffered intensely.

The day was raw, with a sprinkling of snow and a gusty wind, made all the more intolerable by the speed of the car.

His clothing was not intended for this sort of work.

He shivered, stamped his feet, and beat his arms as he had seen other motormen do in the past, but said nothing.

The novelty and danger of the situation modified in a way his disgust and distress at being compelled to be here, but not enough to prevent him from feeling grim and sour.