First, I couldn't find her in the train, but after we'd started she came along out of some seat in the corner, prettier than ever, holding out her hand." He drew a long inspiration.

"You can bet your life, Ned, I didn't let go that little hand the rest of the journey." His passion, or what passed for it, seemed to impart its warmth to the vehicle, and even stirred the chilled pulses of the man beside him.
"Well, who and what was she ?" "Didn't find out; don't know now.

For the first thing she made me promise was not to follow her, nor to try to know her name.

In return she said she would meet me again on another train near Hartford.

She did--and again and again--but always on the train for about an hour, going or coming.