Then he waited fifteen minutes, with his eyes upon the clock.

Then he got up out of his chair.

He moved his body as if it were some piece of machinery outside himself, as if his will were full of dominant muscles.

He got his hat off the peg, where it had hung for weeks; he went out of the house and out of the yard.
His sister Rebecca was moving feebly up the road with her little baby in her arms.

She was taking her first walk out in the spring sunshine.