She was the ideal sister.
And now she was gone, like a snow-flake on a river.

For a long while it seemed absurd, incredible.

He went on all sorts of preposterous adventures to find her.

He walked through the city day after day at the hours when girls and men pour out of their honeycombs of offices into the streets.

She had never told him where she was employed, thinking the matter of little interest; and he, in his careless way, had never inquired.