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It
began
with
the
approach
of
two
or
three
,
who
hung
about
the
closed
wooden
doors
and
beat
their
feet
to
keep
them
warm
.
They
had
on
faded
derby
hats
with
dents
in
them
.
Their
misfit
coats
were
heavy
with
melted
snow
and
turned
up
at
the
collars
.
Their
trousers
were
mere
bags
,
frayed
at
the
bottom
and
wobbling
over
big
,
soppy
shoes
,
torn
at
the
sides
and
worn
almost
to
shreds
.
They
made
no
effort
to
go
in
,
but
shifted
ruefully
about
,
digging
their
hands
deep
in
their
pockets
and
leering
at
the
crowd
and
the
increasing
lamps
.
With
the
minutes
,
increased
the
number
.
There
were
old
men
with
grizzled
beards
and
sunken
eyes
,
men
who
were
comparatively
young
but
shrunken
by
diseases
,
men
who
were
middle
-
aged
.
None
were
fat
.
There
was
a
face
in
the
thick
of
the
collection
which
was
as
white
as
drained
veal
.
There
was
another
red
as
brick
.
Some
came
with
thin
,
rounded
shoulders
,
others
with
wooden
legs
,
still
others
with
frames
so
lean
that
clothes
only
flapped
about
them
.
There
were
great
ears
,
swollen
noses
,
thick
lips
,
and
,
above
all
,
red
,
blood
-
shot
eyes
.
Not
a
normal
,
healthy
face
in
the
whole
mass
;
not
a
straight
figure
;
not
a
straightforward
,
steady
glance
.
In
the
drive
of
the
wind
and
sleet
they
pushed
in
on
one
another
.
There
were
wrists
,
unprotected
by
coat
or
pocket
,
which
were
red
with
cold
.
There
were
ears
,
half
covered
by
every
conceivable
semblance
of
a
hat
,
which
still
looked
stiff
and
bitten
.
In
the
snow
they
shifted
,
now
one
foot
,
now
another
,
almost
rocking
in
unison
.
With
the
growth
of
the
crowd
about
the
door
came
a
murmur
.
It
was
not
conversation
,
but
a
running
comment
directed
at
any
one
in
general
.
It
contained
oaths
and
slang
phrases
.
“
By
damn
,
I
wish
they
’
d
hurry
up
.
”
“
Look
at
the
copper
watchin
’
.
”
“
Maybe
it
ain
’
t
winter
,
nuther
!
”
“
I
wisht
I
was
in
Sing
Sing
.
”
Now
a
sharper
lash
of
wind
cut
down
and
they
huddled
closer
.
It
was
an
edging
,
shifting
,
pushing
throng
.
There
was
no
anger
,
no
pleading
,
no
threatening
words
.
It
was
all
sullen
endurance
,
unlightened
by
either
wit
or
good
fellowship
.
