And all the time, as this vision tore and desolated her, she was thinking: "Fancy that child having a follower, at her age! She's certainly got a follower!" The cab came five minutes before it was due.
III As the cab rolled through Market Square, where the Saturday stalls were being busily set up, the ironmongery building was framed for an instant by the oblong of the rattling window.

Hilda seemed to see the place anew--for the first time.

A man was taking down the shutters of the shop.

Above that were the wire-blinds with the name of "Q.

Karkeek"; and above the blinds the blue posters of the _Five Towns Chronicle_.