extraordinary woodwork, committing every detail to memory: the dazzling airiness of the domed ceiling, the carved pineapple finials sweeping up from the posts, and finally, the bronze cherub perched at the base of the staircase, hoisting an illuminated torch to the sky. She could already imagine these steps spilling with hundreds of first-class passengers come Wednesday, the men in their fine suits and white-ties, the women in their silks and glittering jewels.
