Miss Annett, watching them from a little window where she washed plates, gulped in her thin throat with pride for "that Mr.Dune.
There's a gentleman!" The sun above the high grey buildings broke slowly through yellow clouds.

The roads were covered with a thin fine mud and, from the earth, faint clouds of mist rose and vanished into a sky that was slowly crumbling from thick grey into light watery blue.
The cold air beat upon their faces as the hansom rattled past Dunstan's, over the bridge, and up the hill towards the field.
Cardillac talked.

"There goes Braff.

He doesn't often come up to a game nowadays--must be getting on for seventy--the greatest half the 'Varsity's ever had, I suppose." "It's a good thing this mud isn't thicker.

It won't make the ball bad.
That game against Monkstown the other day! My word.