With enjoyment she drew deep breaths of the frozen, snowy air, and standing near the carriage looked about the platform and the lighted station.
The raging tempest rushed whistling between the wheels of the carriages, about the scaffolding, and round the corner of the station.
The carriages, posts, people, everything that was to be seen was covered with snow on one side, and was getting more and more thickly covered.
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