Hold on till I get you that umbrella." He borrowed an umbrella from the parsonage.

I took it, thanked him, and hastened out of the church grounds.

I looked up the road as I passed through the gate.

I could have seen an auto's lamps for a long distance, but there were none in sight.

With a malicious chuckle I thought that my particular friend Victor was not taking the surest way of making himself popular with his fiancee, if that was what she was.
The storm overtook me before I was half-way down the Lower Road.