Every station a train stops at in the middle of the night is the infernal regions, and she shuddered to hear lost souls clanking their chains, which is what a milk-can becomes on its way to the van; but still she asked if this was the train to London.

When fellow-passengers addressed her, she was very modest and cautious in her replies.

Sometimes a look of extraordinary happiness, of radiance, passed over her face, and may have puzzled them.

It was part of the thought that, however ill he might be, she was to see him now.
She did not see him as soon as she expected, for at the door of Tommy's lodgings they told her that he had departed suddenly for the Continent about a week ago.

He was to send an address by and by to which letters could be forwarded.