Little by little, Desnoyers was losing all his advantage as a first comer.

These poor people who had been waiting for the train from four in the morning till eight at night, awakened his pity.

The women, groaning with weariness, were standing in the corridors, looking with ferocious envy at those who had seats.

The children were bleating like hungry kids.

Julio finally gave up his place, sharing with the needy and improvident the bountiful supply of eatables with which Argensola had provided him.