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“
Afterwards
,
”
he
said
weakly
.
“
You
can
go
.
”
And
he
motioned
her
out
.
She
remained
a
little
longer
,
looked
at
him
with
compassion
and
went
out
.
A
few
minutes
afterwards
,
he
raised
his
eyes
and
looked
for
a
long
while
at
the
tea
and
the
soup
.
Then
he
took
the
bread
,
took
up
a
spoon
and
began
to
eat
.
He
ate
a
little
,
three
or
four
spoonfuls
,
without
appetite
,
as
it
were
mechanically
.
His
head
ached
less
.
After
his
meal
he
stretched
himself
on
the
sofa
again
,
but
now
he
could
not
sleep
;
he
lay
without
stirring
,
with
his
face
in
the
pillow
.
He
was
haunted
by
day
-
dreams
and
such
strange
day
-
dreams
;
in
one
,
that
kept
recurring
,
he
fancied
that
he
was
in
Africa
,
in
Egypt
,
in
some
sort
of
oasis
.
The
caravan
was
resting
,
the
camels
were
peacefully
lying
down
;
the
palms
stood
all
around
in
a
complete
circle
;
all
the
party
were
at
dinner
.
But
he
was
drinking
water
from
a
spring
which
flowed
gurgling
close
by
.
And
it
was
so
cool
,
it
was
wonderful
,
wonderful
,
blue
,
cold
water
running
among
the
parti
-
coloured
stones
and
over
the
clean
sand
which
glistened
here
and
there
like
gold
.
.
.
.
Suddenly
he
heard
a
clock
strike
.
He
started
,
roused
himself
,
raised
his
head
,
looked
out
of
the
window
,
and
seeing
how
late
it
was
,
suddenly
jumped
up
wide
awake
as
though
someone
had
pulled
him
off
the
sofa
.
He
crept
on
tiptoe
to
the
door
,
stealthily
opened
it
and
began
listening
on
the
staircase
.
His
heart
beat
terribly
.
But
all
was
quiet
on
the
stairs
as
if
everyone
was
asleep
.
.
.
.
It
seemed
to
him
strange
and
monstrous
that
he
could
have
slept
in
such
forgetfulness
from
the
previous
day
and
had
done
nothing
,
had
prepared
nothing
yet
.
.
.
.
And
meanwhile
perhaps
it
had
struck
six
.
And
his
drowsiness
and
stupefaction
were
followed
by
an
extraordinary
,
feverish
,
as
it
were
distracted
haste
.
But
the
preparations
to
be
made
were
few
.
He
concentrated
all
his
energies
on
thinking
of
everything
and
forgetting
nothing
;
and
his
heart
kept
beating
and
thumping
so
that
he
could
hardly
breathe
.
First
he
had
to
make
a
noose
and
sew
it
into
his
overcoat
—
a
work
of
a
moment
.
He
rummaged
under
his
pillow
and
picked
out
amongst
the
linen
stuffed
away
under
it
,
a
worn
out
,
old
unwashed
shirt
.
From
its
rags
he
tore
a
long
strip
,
a
couple
of
inches
wide
and
about
sixteen
inches
long
.
He
folded
this
strip
in
two
,
took
off
his
wide
,
strong
summer
overcoat
of
some
stout
cotton
material
(
his
only
outer
garment
)
and
began
sewing
the
two
ends
of
the
rag
on
the
inside
,
under
the
left
armhole
.
His
hands
shook
as
he
sewed
,
but
he
did
it
successfully
so
that
nothing
showed
outside
when
he
put
the
coat
on
again
.
The
needle
and
thread
he
had
got
ready
long
before
and
they
lay
on
his
table
in
a
piece
of
paper
.
As
for
the
noose
,
it
was
a
very
ingenious
device
of
his
own
;
the
noose
was
intended
for
the
axe
.
It
was
impossible
for
him
to
carry
the
axe
through
the
street
in
his
hands
.
And
if
hidden
under
his
coat
he
would
still
have
had
to
support
it
with
his
hand
,
which
would
have
been
noticeable
.
Now
he
had
only
to
put
the
head
of
the
axe
in
the
noose
,
and
it
would
hang
quietly
under
his
arm
on
the
inside
.
Putting
his
hand
in
his
coat
pocket
,
he
could
hold
the
end
of
the
handle
all
the
way
,
so
that
it
did
not
swing
;
and
as
the
coat
was
very
full
,
a
regular
sack
in
fact
,
it
could
not
be
seen
from
outside
that
he
was
holding
something
with
the
hand
that
was
in
the
pocket
.
This
noose
,
too
,
he
had
designed
a
fortnight
before
.
When
he
had
finished
with
this
,
he
thrust
his
hand
into
a
little
opening
between
his
sofa
and
the
floor
,
fumbled
in
the
left
corner
and
drew
out
the
pledge
,
which
he
had
got
ready
long
before
and
hidden
there
.
This
pledge
was
,
however
,
only
a
smoothly
planed
piece
of
wood
the
size
and
thickness
of
a
silver
cigarette
case
.
He
picked
up
this
piece
of
wood
in
one
of
his
wanderings
in
a
courtyard
where
there
was
some
sort
of
a
workshop
.
Afterwards
he
had
added
to
the
wood
a
thin
smooth
piece
of
iron
,
which
he
had
also
picked
up
at
the
same
time
in
the
street
.
Putting
the
iron
which
was
a
little
the
smaller
on
the
piece
of
wood
,
he
fastened
them
very
firmly
,
crossing
and
re
-
crossing
the
thread
round
them
;
then
wrapped
them
carefully
and
daintily
in
clean
white
paper
and
tied
up
the
parcel
so
that
it
would
be
very
difficult
to
untie
it
.
This
was
in
order
to
divert
the
attention
of
the
old
woman
for
a
time
,
while
she
was
trying
to
undo
the
knot
,
and
so
to
gain
a
moment
.
The
iron
strip
was
added
to
give
weight
,
so
that
the
woman
might
not
guess
the
first
minute
that
the
“
thing
”
was
made
of
wood
.
All
this
had
been
stored
by
him
beforehand
under
the
sofa
.
He
had
only
just
got
the
pledge
out
when
he
heard
someone
suddenly
about
in
the
yard
.
“
It
struck
six
long
ago
.
”
“
Long
ago
!
My
God
!
”
