The rest was in shadow, and the contrast of light and gloom was like a Rembrandt picture.

Then the enameled spoons rattled as Lister put down the tray.
He knew the picture.

When he last saw the girl, her face was lighted like that by the blaze of a locomotive head-lamp.
"I'll take these things," he said, and crossed the floor.
The girl moved back, but he indicated a bundle of deerskin articles he thought her business was to sell.

Her color was high; he noted the vivid white and pink against the dull background of stained leather.
"What does one do with those bags ?" he asked.
"They're useful for keeping gloves and handkerchiefs," she replied.

"The pattern is worked in sinews, but we have some with a neat colored embroidery." She paused and signed to a saleswoman farther on.