Numbers came momentarily around the turn of the bluff--women with jars upon their shoulders, old and very feeble men hobbling along on staffs and crutches.

Some leaned upon the shoulders of others; a few--the utterly helpless--lay, like heaps of rags, upon litters.

Even that community of superlative sorrow had its love-light to make life endurable and attractive.

Distance softened without entirely veiling the misery of the outcasts.
From her seat by the well Amrah kept watch upon the spectral groups.

She scarcely moved.