Remember that we are not alone.

A trial of joy, my dear, is the easiest trial to bear." "Not always," she replied.
A counter commotion in the general tumult--the train.
A crowd waited outside the iron gate.

A tall young man came through with the hastening throng.

He caught Witherspoon's wandering eye.
Strangers looking for each other are guided by a peculiar instinct, but Witherspoon stood questioning that instinct.

The mother could see nothing with distinctness.