He was debating in his mind a question: should he or should he not enter that building?
As he stood there, groups of people emerged from the fog and darkness and passed in at the door.

Some of them he had seen during his fortnight in Trumet.

Others were strangers to him.

A lantern danced and wabbled up the "Turn-off" from the direction of the bay shore and the packet wharf.
It drew near, and he saw that it was carried by an old man with long white hair and chin beard, who walked with a slight limp.

Beside him was a thin woman wearing a black poke bonnet and a shawl.