ouse. The boy Bert was painting the iron railings of
the front fence. The weather was bitterly cold, the sun was concealed
by the dreary expanse of grey cloud that covered the wintry sky.

As they stood there working most of the time they were almost perfectly
motionless, the only part of their bodies that were exercised being
their right arms. The work they were now doing required to be done
very carefully and deliberately, otherwise the glass would be 'messed
up' or the white paint of the frames would 'run into' the dark green of
the sashes, both colours being wet at the same time, each man having
two pots of paint and two sets of brushes. The wind was not blowing in
sudden gusts, but swept by in a strong, persistent current that
penetrated their clothing and left them trembling and numb with cold.
It blew from the right; and it was all the worse on that account,
because the right arm, being in use, left that side of the body fully
exposed. They were able to keep their left hands in their trousers
pockets and the left arm close to the side most of the time. This made
a lot of difference.

Another reason why it is worse when the wind strikes upon one from the
right side is that the buttons on a man's coat are always on the right
side, and consequently the wind gets underneath. Philpot realized this
all the more because some of the buttons on his coat and waistcoat were
missing.

As they worked on, trembling with cold, and with their teeth
chattering, their faces and hands became of that pale violet colour
generally seen on the lips of a corpse. Their eyes became full of
water and the lids were red and inflamed. Philpot's and Harlow's boots
were soon wet through, with the water they absorbed from the damp
ground, and their feet were sore and intensely painful with cold.

Their hands, of course, suffered the most, becoming so numbed that they
were unable to feel the brushes they held; in fact, presently, as
Philpot was taking a dip of colour, the brush fell from his hand into
the pot; and then, finding that he was unable to move his fingers, he
put his hand into his trousers pocket to thaw, and began to walk about,
stamping his feet upon the ground. His example was quickly followed by
Owen, Easton and Harlow, and they all went round the corner to the
sheltered side of the house where Slyme was working, and began walking
up and down, rubbing their hands, stamping their feet and swinging
their arms to warm th