I couldn't stand the sight of his misery myself.

Besides, it's mortal cold; I've just been running to get warm.

Who was the girl who just went scurrying by out of here?
It's no place for wimmen down there.

One lost gal is enough." "That's what I think," muttered the lawyer, hurrying on.
He was not a very imaginative man; some of his best friends thought him a cold and prosaic one, but he never forgot that walk or the sensations accompanying it.

Dark as it still was, the way would have been impassable for a stranger, had it not been for the guidance given by the noisy passing to and fro of the awakened townspeople.