text: TO BE READ AT DUSK
  
  By Charles Dickens 
  
  One, two, three, four, five.  There were five of them. 
  Five couriers, sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit of the Great St. Bernard in Switzerland, looking at the remote heights, stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been broached upon the mountain top, and had not yet had time to sink into the snow. 
  This is not my simile.  It was made for the occasion by the stoutest courier, who was a German.  None of the others took any more notice of it than they took of me, sitting on another bench on the other side of the convent door, smoking my cigar, like them, and - also like them - looking at the reddened snow, and at the lonely shed hard by, where the bodies of belated travellers, dug out of it, slowly wither away, knowing no corruption in that cold region.
tokens: TO BE READ AT DUSK By Charles Dickens One , two , three , four , five . There were five of them . Five couriers , sitting on a bench outside the convent on the summit of the Great St. Bernard in Switzerland , looking at the remote heights , stained by the setting sun as if a mighty quantity of red wine had been broached upon the mountain top , and had not yet had time to sink into the snow . This is not my simile . It was made for the occasion by the stoutest courier , who was a German . None of the others took any more notice of it than they took of me , sitting on another bench on the other side of the convent door , smoking my cigar , like them , and - also like them - looking at the reddened snow , and at the lonely shed hard by , where the bodies of belated travellers , dug out of it , slowly wither away , knowing no corruption in that cold region .
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