No outward sign of Mr.Cannon! And yet Mr.Cannon....

She had an extremely disconcerting sensation of the mysteriousness of Mr.Cannon, and of the mysteriousness of all existence.

Mr.Cannon existed somewhere at that moment, engaged in some activity.

In a house afar off, unknown to her, her mother existed--if she was not dead! Florrie, with a bundle of personal goods on her lap, and doubtless the letter in her bosom, sat impressed and subdued, opposite to her in the shifting universe of the cab, which was moving away from the empty and silent home.

Florrie was being thrown back out of luxury into her original hovel, and was accepting the stroke with the fatalism of the young and of the poor.