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“
What
!
Past
two
o
’
clock
!
”
He
sat
down
on
the
sofa
—
and
instantly
recollected
everything
!
All
at
once
,
in
one
flash
,
he
recollected
everything
.
For
the
first
moment
he
thought
he
was
going
mad
.
A
dreadful
chill
came
over
him
;
but
the
chill
was
from
the
fever
that
had
begun
long
before
in
his
sleep
.
Now
he
was
suddenly
taken
with
violent
shivering
,
so
that
his
teeth
chattered
and
all
his
limbs
were
shaking
.
He
opened
the
door
and
began
listening
—
everything
in
the
house
was
asleep
.
With
amazement
he
gazed
at
himself
and
everything
in
the
room
around
him
,
wondering
how
he
could
have
come
in
the
night
before
without
fastening
the
door
,
and
have
flung
himself
on
the
sofa
without
undressing
,
without
even
taking
his
hat
off
.
It
had
fallen
off
and
was
lying
on
the
floor
near
his
pillow
.
“
If
anyone
had
come
in
,
what
would
he
have
thought
?
That
I
’
m
drunk
but
.
.
.
”
He
rushed
to
the
window
.
There
was
light
enough
,
and
he
began
hurriedly
looking
himself
all
over
from
head
to
foot
,
all
his
clothes
;
were
there
no
traces
?
But
there
was
no
doing
it
like
that
;
shivering
with
cold
,
he
began
taking
off
everything
and
looking
over
again
.
He
turned
everything
over
to
the
last
threads
and
rags
,
and
mistrusting
himself
,
went
through
his
search
three
times
.
But
there
seemed
to
be
nothing
,
no
trace
,
except
in
one
place
,
where
some
thick
drops
of
congealed
blood
were
clinging
to
the
frayed
edge
of
his
trousers
.
He
picked
up
a
big
claspknife
and
cut
off
the
frayed
threads
.
There
seemed
to
be
nothing
more
.
Suddenly
he
remembered
that
the
purse
and
the
things
he
had
taken
out
of
the
old
woman
’
s
box
were
still
in
his
pockets
!
He
had
not
thought
till
then
of
taking
them
out
and
hiding
them
!
He
had
not
even
thought
of
them
while
he
was
examining
his
clothes
!
What
next
?
Instantly
he
rushed
to
take
them
out
and
fling
them
on
the
table
.
When
he
had
pulled
out
everything
,
and
turned
the
pocket
inside
out
to
be
sure
there
was
nothing
left
,
he
carried
the
whole
heap
to
the
corner
.
The
paper
had
come
off
the
bottom
of
the
wall
and
hung
there
in
tatters
.
He
began
stuffing
all
the
things
into
the
hole
under
the
paper
:
“
They
’
re
in
!
All
out
of
sight
,
and
the
purse
too
!
”
he
thought
gleefully
,
getting
up
and
gazing
blankly
at
the
hole
which
bulged
out
more
than
ever
.
Suddenly
he
shuddered
all
over
with
horror
;
“
My
God
!
”
he
whispered
in
despair
:
“
what
’
s
the
matter
with
me
?
Is
that
hidden
?
Is
that
the
way
to
hide
things
?
”
He
had
not
reckoned
on
having
trinkets
to
hide
.
He
had
only
thought
of
money
,
and
so
had
not
prepared
a
hiding
-
place
.
