She had taken off her gloves, and now and then she clasped her slender white hands together with a nervous, passionate tension.

Then the look in her eyes became almost ugly, and her fellow passengers were uncomfortable as they watched her.
At the little country town of West Brockley, Miss Hart alighted.

She had brought all her luggage in a small handbag, and now she walked to her destination.

It was in the outskirts of the little town, and amongst a row of poor houses.

She stopped at one of these, and entered by the open door.