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He stopped in the half-light, smiling in confusion, and, since Eszter was all too well acquainted with his pathetic and overwrought emotional state on arrival, he calmed him, gesturing, as if by way of greeting, in a manner impossible to refuse, that he should take his customary place at the table used for smoking, thaw himself out after his frosty journey and wait for the fire of his enthusiam to die down......

It wasn't how things turned out, nor could it have been, since Mr Eszter lnew very well whom she was dealing with and thought it natural that she, who- as her friend, the chief police, daily whispered in her ear- was, 'in terms of height and body-weight, postively gigantic...not to mention the other things', should, with her inborn sense of superiority and notorious intolerance of opposition, flatten the resistance..

Surreal and addictive!!

The outlines of her immediate surroundings grew progressively more distinct as her sufferings of the past few hours lost their reality, though the terrible images of the urine-smelling privy, the filthy gravel between the rails and circus employee waving to her from his cabin still swirled rapidly and unbearably around her mind.

What an opening !!
Since the passenger train connecting the icebound estates of southern lowlands, which extend from the banks of the Tisza almost as far as the foot of the Carpathians, had despite the garbled explanations of a haplessly stumbling guard and the promises of the stationmaster rushing nervously on and off the platform, failed to arrive ('Well, square, it seems to have disappeared into thin air again...