She was travelling quite alone, and appeared to be much hampered by her bags and parcels.

The sight of an old woman, like that of a little girl, always softened Keith's heart.

Something always awoke in him that made him feel tender.

When Keith first observed this old lady, the entire company was streaming along the platform in that haste which always marks the transfer of passengers from one train to another.

No one appeared to notice her, and under the weight of her bags and bundles she was gradually dropping to the rear of the crowd.