acrylic art painting

One elderly lady, alarmed by the suddenness of thedeceleration, opened the door and looked out along the corridor. A little way along one ofthe doors to the line was open. An elderly cleric with a thatch of thick white hair wasclimbing up from the permanent way. She presumed he had previously climbed down to theline to investigate.
　　The morning air was distinctly chilly. Someone atthe end of the corridor said: "Only a signal." The elderly lady withdrew into her compartment and tried to go to sleepagain.
　　Farther up the line, a man waving a lantern wasrunning towards the train from a signal box. The fireman climbed down from the engine. Theguard who had descended from the train came along to join him. The man with the lanternarrived, rather short of breath and spoke in a series of gasps.