"Then the doors opened and the passengers came out and the porters got the luggage - just like life. Only - only when anyone came down too far towards us that was watchin', they walked right out o' the picture, so to speak . . . Quite slowly, from be'ind two porters - carryin' a little reticule an' lookin' from side to side - comes our Mrs Bathurst. There was no mistakin' the walk in a hundred thousand. She come forward - right forward - she looked out straight at us with the blindish look which Pritch alluded to. She walked on and on till she melted out of the picture - like - like a shadow jumping over a candle . . . "
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