There's others want to get 'ome, if you don't." Having by this adroit remonstrance spiked the wrath, as it were, of the stout and angry woman he had jammed in the gate, he permitted the resumption of the trickle of impatient passengers.
Mr.Brimsdown followed with his eye the pretty girl who had been forgetful enough to give up a return ticket instead of a half one.

She had stopped outside the barrier, gazing round with a troubled face at the immensity of the station and the throngs of hurrying people.
The lawyer looked at her hard, from a little distance.

"Where have I seen that face before ?" he murmured to himself.
Her beauty was of a sufficiently rare type to attract attention anywhere, except, perhaps, at a London railway station at midnight.

She was unused to her surroundings and she was not a city product.

So much was obvious, though her clear pale face and slim young figure did not suggest rusticity.