This lane inclined up-hill all the way to Hay; having reached the middle, I sat down on a stile which led thence into a field. Gathering my mantle about me, and sheltering my hands in my muff, I did not feel the cold, though it froze keenly; as was attested by a sheet of ice covering the causeway, where a little brooklet, now congealed, had overflowed after a rapid thaw some days since.
Giunta a metà, mi sedei sui gradini di una scaletta che conduceva a un campo, mi avvolsi nel mantello e nascosi le mani nel manicotto, perché il freddo era intenso.