Marianne's death had made a most disagreeable impression upon him, which probably added to his former ill humour.
The women, both old and young, were again on the look-out for him.

A clergyman was not often to be seen in West End.

The boys, who had found a dead cat on the shore, and which the eldest was dragging after him, came marching along like little soldiers.

Behind them followed a tiny little creature not higher than one's knee, with his mother's wooden shoes on his feet, and wearing a paper cap on his head.

The whole band was in high spirits, and sang with a ringing voice a national air, according to the comic version which was in use in West End: "Yes, we love our country; Yes, indeed we do! He who dares deny it, We will let him know!" The pastor had to pass the children, whose song went through his head.
The cat, of which he just caught a glimpse, was half putrid, and its skin was hanging in rags.