I continued to shout ridiculously, running behind him.
I saw him come to a barrier … ask and be answered…. try to push through….
The officials sought to detain him.
A whistle screamed….
With a roar I flung aside the protesting arms and carrying Piers with me, floundered on to the platform.
A train was moving.
Feeling curiously weak-kneed, I got carefully upon the step of a passing coach. Piers stepped on behind me and thrust me up to the door.
Then a conductor came and hauled us inside.
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I opened my eyes to see Adèle's face six inches away.