Some budding lilacs exhaled a scent of lemons; a sandy cat on the coping of a garden wall was basking in the setting sun.
In the centre of the lane a row of elm-trees displayed their gnarled, knotted roots.

Human beings were seated there, whose matted hair clung round their tired faces.

Their gaunt limbs were clothed in rags; each had a stick, and some sort of dirty bundle tied to it.

They were asleep.
On a bench beyond, two toothless old women sat, moving their eyes from side to side, and a crimson-faced woman was snoring.

Under the next tree a Cockney youth and his girl were sitting side by side-pale young things, with loose mouths, and hollow cheeks, and restless eyes.