She only turned her head toward the window, where outside all was black.

The train was speeding with steady grace across the fields and through patches of wood.

The long whistles came with sad, musical effect as the lonely woodland crossings were approached.
Now the conductor entered the car and took up the one or two fares that had been added at Chicago.

He approached Hurstwood, who handed out the tickets.

Poised as she was to act, Carrie made no move.