She sat down faintly on the lowest step, remembering that she had eaten nothing since breakfast, and fanned her flushed face with the sheets of her manuscript.

She preferred that even the unregarding London streets should not see the traces of her distress.
She was still sitting there, ten minutes later, when the door opened and threw the gray light from outside over her.

She had found her feet before Mr.Curtis had fairly seen her.

He paused, astonished, with his gloved hand upon the knob.

The girl seemed to have started out of the shadows, and the emotion of her face dramatized its beauty.