She had buttoned her jacket and knotted her thick scarf, and now, with the letters pressed tightly under her arm lest they should fall, she was pulling on her gloves.
"I have an appointment at the Saracen's," he said mildly, meaning the Saracen's Head--the central rendezvous of the town, where Conservative and Liberal met on neutral ground.
II He turned to the left, toward the High Street and the great cleared space out of which the cellarage of the new Town Hall had already been scooped.

He carried his thick gloves in his white and elegant hand, as one who did not feel the frost.

She stepped after him.

Their breaths whitened the keen air.

She was extremely afraid, and considered herself an abject coward, but she was determined to the point of desperation.