But Ada was not to be torn away.
She ran her eye over the stock, marvelling at the cheapness of everything.

Jonah, finding nothing better to do, lit a cigarette, and turned a contemptuous eye on the bales of calico, cheap prints, and flimsy lace displayed.

Presently he began to study the tickets with extraordinary interest.

They were all alike.

The shillings in gigantic figures of red or black, and across the dividing line elevenpence three-farthings pencilled in strokes as modest as the shy violet.