"What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes.
" You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.
" At that moment the wind, as it were, surmounting all obstacles, sent the snow flying from the carriage roofs, and clanked some sheet of iron it had torn off, while the hoarse whistle of the engine roared in front, plaintively and gloomily.

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