She never moved; her hands were tightly clasped, as one whose thoughts were all despairing: Once a lady addressed her, but she never heard the words.

Silent, mute, and motionless, she might have been a marble statute, only that every now and then a quick, faint shiver came over her.
On through the fair, English counties, and the heat of the sun grew less.

The birds came from their shelter in the leafy trees and began to sing; the flowers yielded their loveliest perfumes, and the sweet summer wind that blew in at the carriage windows was like the breath of Paradise.
Still she had neither spoken nor moved.

Then the train stopped, and the sudden cessation from all sound made her start up suddenly, as though roused from painful dreams.
"Have we--have we passed Crewe ?" she asked.
And then her fellow-passengers looked wonderingly at her, for the voice was like no other sound--no human sound; it was a faint gasp, as of one who had escaped a deadly peril, and was still faint with the remembrance of it.
"No," replied a gentleman; "we have not reached Crewe yet.

They are stopping for water, I should imagine.