She shut her teeth, made a leap for it, and, running to the window, peered over the blind.

Some score of the prisoners in a gang were clearing the pavement with shovels and brushes, laughing and chattering all the while, and breaking off to pelt each other with snowballs.

She had discussed these poor fellows with M.Raoul last night.

Could she not in some way add to their comfort, or their pleasure?
He had dwelt most upon their mental weariness, especially on Sundays.

Of material discomfort they never complained, but they dreaded Sundays worse than they dreaded cold weather.