The platform had not the new guards the company was then fitting; there was an opening in the rails, and one could go down the steps when the train was running.

The moonlight touched the back of the car in front, but Lister was in the gloom, and when the vestibule door opposite opened he was annoyed.

If somebody wanted to go through the train, he must get up.
A girl came out of the other car and seizing the rails looked down.

She was in the light, and Lister remarked that she did not wear traveling clothes; he thought her small, knitted cap, short dress, and loose jacket indicated that she had come from a summer camp.

Then she turned her head and he saw her face was rather white and her look was strained.
It was obvious that something had disturbed her.
The girl did not see him, and while he wondered whether he ought to get up she put her foot on the step and leaned out, as if she weighed the possibility of jumping off.