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“
Come
along
,
come
!
Let
us
go
home
,
”
he
said
to
him
.
“
Father
!
Why
did
they
.
.
.
kill
.
.
.
the
poor
horse
!
”
he
sobbed
,
but
his
voice
broke
and
the
words
came
in
shrieks
from
his
panting
chest
.
“
They
are
drunk
.
.
.
.
They
are
brutal
.
.
.
it
’
s
not
our
business
!
”
said
his
father
.
He
put
his
arms
round
his
father
but
he
felt
choked
,
choked
.
He
tried
to
draw
a
breath
,
to
cry
out
—
and
woke
up
.
He
waked
up
,
gasping
for
breath
,
his
hair
soaked
with
perspiration
,
and
stood
up
in
terror
.
“
Thank
God
,
that
was
only
a
dream
,
”
he
said
,
sitting
down
under
a
tree
and
drawing
deep
breaths
.
“
But
what
is
it
?
Is
it
some
fever
coming
on
?
Such
a
hideous
dream
!
”
He
felt
utterly
broken
:
darkness
and
confusion
were
in
his
soul
.
He
rested
his
elbows
on
his
knees
and
leaned
his
head
on
his
hands
.
“
Good
God
!
”
he
cried
,
“
can
it
be
,
can
it
be
,
that
I
shall
really
take
an
axe
,
that
I
shall
strike
her
on
the
head
,
split
her
skull
open
.
.
.
that
I
shall
tread
in
the
sticky
warm
blood
,
break
the
lock
,
steal
and
tremble
;
hide
,
all
spattered
in
the
blood
.
.
.
with
the
axe
.
.
.
.
Good
God
,
can
it
be
?
”
He
was
shaking
like
a
leaf
as
he
said
this
.
“
But
why
am
I
going
on
like
this
?
”
he
continued
,
sitting
up
again
,
as
it
were
in
profound
amazement
.
“
I
knew
that
I
could
never
bring
myself
to
it
,
so
what
have
I
been
torturing
myself
for
till
now
?
Yesterday
,
yesterday
,
when
I
went
to
make
that
.
.
.
experiment
,
yesterday
I
realised
completely
that
I
could
never
bear
to
do
it
.
.
.
.
Why
am
I
going
over
it
again
,
then
?
Why
am
I
hesitating
?
As
I
came
down
the
stairs
yesterday
,
I
said
myself
that
it
was
base
,
loathsome
,
vile
,
vile
.
.
.
the
very
thought
of
it
made
me
feel
sick
and
filled
me
with
horror
.
