'Poor thing!' thought Totty.
'She's more likely to pity than to blame.

They shouldn't take her if I could help it.' So she commented on each notice, in accordance with her mood.
It was very cold.

She had no gloves on, and her hands were getting quite numb.

Would Mr.Poole answer the summons?
If not, Luke would, she supposed, remain in the cell all night.

It would be cold enough _there_, poor fellow! She had waited about twenty minutes, when a large-headed man in a big overcoat came up, and, after eyeing the edifice from roof to pavement, ascended the steps and entered.
'I shouldn't wonder if that's him,' murmured Totty.