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- Author: George Barr McCutcheon
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 120
- ISBN-10: 1517696070
- ISBN-13: 9781517696078
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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The train, which had roared through a withering gale of sleet all the way up from New York, came to a standstill, with many an ear-splitting sigh, alongside the little station, and a reluctant porter opened his vestibule door to descend to the snow-swept platform: a solitary passenger had reached the journey's end. The swirl of snow and sleet screaming out of the blackness at the end of the station-building enveloped the porter in an instant, and cut his ears and neck with stinging force as he turned his back against the gale. A pair of lonely, half-obscured platform lights gleamed fatuously at the top of their icy posts at each end of the station; two or three frost-encrusted windows glowed dully in the side of the building, while one shone brightly where the operator sat waiting for the passing of No. 33.
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- Author: George Barr McCutcheon
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 120
- ISBN-10: 1517696070
- ISBN-13: 9781517696078
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.6 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
The train, which had roared through a withering gale of sleet all the way up from New York, came to a standstill, with many an ear-splitting sigh, alongside the little station, and a reluctant porter opened his vestibule door to descend to the snow-swept platform: a solitary passenger had reached the journey's end. The swirl of snow and sleet screaming out of the blackness at the end of the station-building enveloped the porter in an instant, and cut his ears and neck with stinging force as he turned his back against the gale. A pair of lonely, half-obscured platform lights gleamed fatuously at the top of their icy posts at each end of the station; two or three frost-encrusted windows glowed dully in the side of the building, while one shone brightly where the operator sat waiting for the passing of No. 33.
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