It seemed as if it was all closed to her, that the struggle was too fierce for her to hope to do anything at all.

Men and women hurried by in long, shifting lines.

She felt the flow of the tide of effort and interest felt her own helplessness without quite realizing the wisp on the tide that she was.

She cast about vainly for some possible place to apply but found no door which she had the courage to enter.

It would be the same thing all over.