Charlotte Benson was quite angry, and Charley, who had played with her, was enraged.

I thought they were such, fools to care, and Richard looked as if he thought they were all silly children.

The day was warm and close, such a contrast to the day before.
The sudden cold had broken down into a sultry August atmosphere.

The sun, which had been bright an hour ago, was becoming obscured, and the sky was grayish.

Every one felt languid.