The House is not sitting, and my constituency has been less exacting than usual." She put the cover on her machine, locked up her desk, and then retired into a corner, where she changed her shoes, putting her slippers away tidily in a cupboard.

She put on her hat, setting it straight before a little glass that hung in one corner.

She got into her little blue jacket, with its neat collar and cuffs of astrachan.

Then she came to him, drawing on her gloves.
"I am quite ready now," she said.
They lowered the gas, and went down the stone steps side by side.

At the foot of the stairs Mary stopped to call into the depths of the back premises that she was going home, and a woman's voice bade her good-night.
It was cold in the street, and there was a light brown fog through which the street lamps shone yellowly.
The omnibuses crept by quietly, in a long string, making a muffled sound in the fog.