Even as they stood there, a deeper color stained the sky, an angry sun began to sink into the piled up masses of thick, vaporous clouds.

The girl watched with an air of sullen yet absorbed interest.

Her companion's eyes were still fixed wholly and critically upon her.

Who was she, he wondered?
Why had she left her own country to come to a city where she seemed to have no friends, no manner of interest?
In that caravansary of the world's stricken ones she had been an almost unnoticed figure, silent, indisposed for conversation, not in any obvious manner attractive.

Her clothes, notwithstanding their air of having come from a first-class dressmaker, were shabby and out of fashion, their extreme neatness in itself pathetic.