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Shouts
and
the
hurried
tread
of
travellers
came
to
them
through
the
confusing
cross
-
lights
of
the
platform
.
A
head
appeared
at
the
window
,
and
Darrow
threw
himself
forward
to
defend
their
solitude
;
but
the
intruder
was
only
a
train
hand
going
his
round
of
inspection
.
He
passed
on
,
and
the
lights
and
cries
of
the
station
dropped
away
,
merged
in
a
wider
haze
and
a
hollower
resonance
,
as
the
train
gathered
itself
up
with
a
long
shake
and
rolled
out
again
into
the
darkness
.
Miss
Viner
’
s
head
sank
back
against
the
cushion
,
pushing
out
a
dusky
wave
of
hair
above
her
forehead
.
The
swaying
of
the
train
loosened
a
lock
over
her
ear
,
and
she
shook
it
back
with
a
movement
like
a
boy
’
s
,
while
her
gaze
still
rested
on
her
companion
.
“
You
’
re
not
too
tired
?
”
She
shook
her
head
with
a
smile
.
“
We
shall
be
in
before
midnight
.
We
’
re
very
nearly
on
time
.
”
He
verified
the
statement
by
holding
up
his
watch
to
the
lamp
.
She
nodded
dreamily
.
“
It
’
s
all
right
.
I
telegraphed
Mrs
.
Farlow
that
they
mustn
’
t
think
of
coming
to
the
station
;
but
they
’
ll
have
told
the
concierge
to
look
out
for
me
.
”
“
You
’
ll
let
me
drive
you
there
?
”
She
nodded
again
,
and
her
eyes
closed
.
It
was
very
pleasant
to
Darrow
that
she
made
no
effort
to
talk
or
to
dissemble
her
sleepiness
.
He
sat
watching
her
till
the
upper
lashes
met
and
mingled
with
the
lower
,
and
their
blent
shadow
lay
on
her
cheek
;
then
he
stood
up
and
drew
the
curtain
over
the
lamp
,
drowning
the
compartment
in
a
bluish
twilight
.
As
he
sank
back
into
his
seat
he
thought
how
differently
Anna
Summers
—
or
even
Anna
Leath
—
would
have
behaved
.
She
would
not
have
talked
too
much
;
she
would
not
have
been
either
restless
or
embarrassed
;
but
her
adaptability
,
her
appropriateness
,
would
not
have
been
nature
but
“
tact
.
”
The
oddness
of
the
situation
would
have
made
sleep
impossible
,
or
,
if
weariness
had
overcome
her
for
a
moment
,
she
would
have
waked
with
a
start
,
wondering
where
she
was
,
and
how
she
had
come
there
,
and
if
her
hair
were
tidy
;
and
nothing
short
of
hairpins
and
a
glass
would
have
restored
her
self
-
possession
.
.
.
