But some day, unless we became real friends, you would think that I might, and then you would be very sorry.' A short pause followed.
'We are moving,' Margaret said, glancing at the iron doors again.
'Yes, we are off.' There was another pause.

Then Margaret stood upright and turned her face to her companion.

She did not remember that she had ever looked steadily into his eyes since she had known him.
They were grey and rather deeply set under grizzled eyebrows that were growing thick and rough with advancing years, and they met hers quietly.

She knew at once that she could bear their scrutiny for any length of time without blushing or feeling nervous, though there was something in them that was stronger than she.
'It's this,' she said at last, as if she had been talking and had reached a conclusion.

'I'm alone, and I'm a little frightened.' 'You ?' Griggs smiled rather incredulously.
'Yes.