Entre os trilhos que antes seguravam casacos e o fundo de papel de seda sob os pés, as últimas caçadoras da época se moviam e procuravam.

They seemed not to notice each other directly; only, in a dangerous way, to be aware of the direction of each other’s glances, as hungry men are suddenly aware that one of them is out for a second helping. Last night, after the first day of the great winter sales in Manchester, the exhausted sales staffs were exchanging horror stories and recognising their biggest success since the war.