"Well, help me collect my things.
We'll talk afterwards." He helped her.

He went into the carriage she had just left and pulled out all her belongings.

These he dumped on the platform and told her to wait while he collected the rest.
She stood obediently in the turmoil of Britons, Boers, and Kaffirs, that surged around.

She felt bewildered, strung up, unlike herself.

It was a land of strangers, indeed, and she felt forlorn and rather frightened.