In front of Bevin's store a crowd melted apart for his passage, and their faces and whispers were faces and whispers of a dream.

He turned a corner to meet Tull face to face, eye to eye.

As once before he had seen this man pale to a ghastly, livid white so again he saw the change.

Tull stopped in his tracks, with right hand raised and shaking.

Suddenly it dropped, and he seemed to glide aside, to pass out of Venters's sight.