Following them, a half car-length of people between, went the woman with the disfigured face.
On the depot platform, as they moved toward the street, the young man still held his place near the woman who had so awakened his pitying interest.

The three Overland passengers were met by a heavy-faced thick-necked man who escorted them to a luxurious touring car.
The invalid and his daughter had entered the automobile when their escort, in turning toward the other member of the party, saw the woman with the disfigured face--who was now quite near.

Instantly, he paused.

And there was a smile of recognition on his somewhat coarse features as, lifting his hat, he bowed with--the young man fancied--condescending politeness.

The woman standing by his side with her hand upon the door of the automobile, seeing her companion saluting some one, turned--and the next moment, the two women, whose features seemed so like--yet so unlike--were face to face.
The young man saw the woman with the disfigured face stop short.