She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue.Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odour of dusty cretonne1.She was tired.Few people passed.The man out of the last house passed on his way home;she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder~2 She sat at the window watching the evening invade the avenue. Her head was leaned against the window curtains and in her nostrils was the odor of dusty cretonne1.She was tired. Few people passed. The man out of the last house passed on his way home; she heard his footsteps clacking along the concrete pavement and afterwards crunching on the cinder ~ 2