This old provincial threaded the city streets as unappreciatively as she had that morning the country one.

Once in a while the magnificence of some shop window, a dark flash of jet, or a flutter of lace on a woman's dress caught her eye, but she did not see it.

She had nothing in common with anything of that kind; she had to do with the primal facts of life.

Coming as she was out of the country quiet, she was quite unmoved by the thundering rush of the city streets.

She might have been deaf and blind for all the impression it had upon her.