The figure was stooping.

Then a morsel of snow flew across the river towards the fifth window.

It smacked against the wall at a point several yards from its mark.

The throw was the idea of a man conjoined with the execution of a woman.

No man who had ever seen bird, rabbit, or squirrel in his childhood, could possibly have thrown with such utter imbecility as was shown here.
Another attempt, and another; till by degrees the wall must have become pimpled with the adhering lumps of snow.