She possessed only the remnant of one now, but she still sang in the choir, because nobody had the strength of mind to request her to resign.

Sunday after Sunday she stood in her place and raised her voice, which was horribly hoarse and hollow, in the sacred tunes, and people shivered and endured.

Miss Hart never missed a Sunday service, a choir rehearsal, or a Thursday prayer-meeting, and she did not on that Thursday evening.
Hannah went to her door and listened.

She heard laughter down in the room which had been the bar but was now the office.

A cloud of tobacco smoke floated from there through the corridor.