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 minutes past five. There remained almost four hours longer to wait!. The sound of snow-deadened footfalls on the platform sent her heart to beating agitatedly. Supposing one of those awful rough-looking men she had seen on the platform should enter! She would be simply frightened to death! The door opened a little; outside someone stamped heavily; then the door swung wider open and a great red-bearded giant, strode in. He wore a green plaid Mackinaw coat, bound at the waist with a red and yellow sash, a woolen cap hid the upper part of his face, and his trousers were tucked into felt-topped lumberman's boots. A roll of blankets was strapped to his back and he carried a canvas bag. He closed the door, stowed his burdens on the bench, and advanced to the stove. In the act of taking off his big mittens he glanced across and saw the huddled figure in the corner. Off came his cap with a sweep and the red beard and mustache parted over a row of big white teeth.