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“Steady pace，now,”he said. “Don’t look frightened，whatever you do. We’ve done the silliest thing in the world by coming at all：but now that we are here，we’d best put a bold face on it.”
With these words he strode forward into the gateway，stood still under the arch where the echo would help his voice，and called out as loud as he could.
“Ho ！ Porter ！ Guests who seek lodging.”
And while he was waiting for something to happen，he took off his hat and knocked off the heavy mass of snow which had gathered on its wide brim.
“I say,”whispered Scrubb to Jill. “He may be a wet blanket， but he has plenty of pluck—and cheek.”
A door opened，letting out a delicious glow of firelight，and the Porter appeared. Jill bit her lips for fear she should scream. He was not a perfectly enormous giant；that is to say，he was rather taller than an apple tree but nothing like so tall as a telegraph pole. He had bristly red hair，a leather jerkin with metal plates fasten
