He wore a large fur–or rather astrachan–overcoat, which had kept him warm all night, while his neighbour had been obliged to bear the full severity of a Russian November night entirely unprepared. A special feature of this physiognomy was its death-like pallor, which gave to the whole man an indescribably emaciated appearance in spite of his hard look, and at the same time a sort of passionate and suffering expression which did not harmonize with his impudent, sarcastic smile and keen, self-satisfied bearing.

His nose was broad and flat, and he had high cheek bones his thin lips were constantly compressed into an impudent, ironical–it might almost be called a malicious–smile but his forehead was high and well formed, and atoned for a good deal of the ugliness of the lower part of his face. One of them was a young fellow of about twenty-seven, not tall, with black curling hair, and small, grey, fiery eyes. If they had but known why, at this particular moment, they were both remarkable persons, they would undoubtedly have wondered at the strange chance which had set them down opposite to one another in a third-class carriage of the Warsaw Railway Company.

Both were young fellows, both were rather poorly dressed, both had remarkable faces, and both were evidently anxious to start a conversation. When day dawned, two passengers in one of the third-class carriages found themselves opposite each other. All of them seemed weary, and most of them had sleepy eyes and a shivering expression, while their complexions generally appeared to have taken on the colour of the fog outside. Some of the passengers by this particular train were returning from abroad but the third-class carriages were the best filled, chiefly with insignificant persons of various occupations and degrees, picked up at the different stations nearer town.

The morning was so damp and misty that it was only with great difficulty that the day succeeded in breaking and it was impossible to distinguish anything more than a few yards away from the carriage windows. Towards the end of November, during a thaw, at nine o’clock one morning, a train on the Warsaw and Petersburg railway was approaching the latter city at full speed.

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