They pause and draw a deep breath, as if in the presence of something supernatural.
They rode on without speaking through the squalid town--the whilom rival and the victim of brilliant Moscow.

They rode straight to the station, where they dined in, by the way, one of the best railway refreshment rooms in the world.

At one o'clock the night express from Moscow to St.
Petersburg, with its huge American locomotive, rumbled into the station.
Paul secured a chair in the long saloon car, and then returned to the platform.

The train waited twenty minutes for refreshments, and he still had much to say to Steinmetz; for one of these men owned a principality and the other governed it.

They walked up and down the long platform, smoking endless cigarettes, talking gravely.
Steinmetz stood on the platform and watched the train pass slowly away into the night.