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“
But
now
,
now
,
what
am
I
glad
of
?
”
he
thought
,
“
Is
that
hiding
things
?
My
reason
’
s
deserting
me
—
simply
!
”
He
sat
down
on
the
sofa
in
exhaustion
and
was
at
once
shaken
by
another
unbearable
fit
of
shivering
.
Mechanically
he
drew
from
a
chair
beside
him
his
old
student
’
s
winter
coat
,
which
was
still
warm
though
almost
in
rags
,
covered
himself
up
with
it
and
once
more
sank
into
drowsiness
and
delirium
.
He
lost
consciousness
.
Not
more
than
five
minutes
had
passed
when
he
jumped
up
a
second
time
,
and
at
once
pounced
in
a
frenzy
on
his
clothes
again
.
“
How
could
I
go
to
sleep
again
with
nothing
done
?
Yes
,
yes
;
I
have
not
taken
the
loop
off
the
armhole
!
I
forgot
it
,
forgot
a
thing
like
that
!
Such
a
piece
of
evidence
!
”
He
pulled
off
the
noose
,
hurriedly
cut
it
to
pieces
and
threw
the
bits
among
his
linen
under
the
pillow
.
“
Pieces
of
torn
linen
couldn
’
t
rouse
suspicion
,
whatever
happened
;
I
think
not
,
I
think
not
,
any
way
!
”
he
repeated
,
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
and
with
painful
concentration
he
fell
to
gazing
about
him
again
,
at
the
floor
and
everywhere
,
trying
to
make
sure
he
had
not
forgotten
anything
.
The
conviction
that
all
his
faculties
,
even
memory
,
and
the
simplest
power
of
reflection
were
failing
him
,
began
to
be
an
insufferable
torture
.
“
Surely
it
isn
’
t
beginning
already
!
Surely
it
isn
’
t
my
punishment
coming
upon
me
?
It
is
!
”
The
frayed
rags
he
had
cut
off
his
trousers
were
actually
lying
on
the
floor
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
where
anyone
coming
in
would
see
them
!
“
What
is
the
matter
with
me
!
”
he
cried
again
,
like
one
distraught
.
Then
a
strange
idea
entered
his
head
;
that
,
perhaps
,
all
his
clothes
were
covered
with
blood
,
that
,
perhaps
,
there
were
a
great
many
stains
,
but
that
he
did
not
see
them
,
did
not
notice
them
because
his
perceptions
were
failing
,
were
going
to
pieces
.
.
.
his
reason
was
clouded
.
.
.
.
Suddenly
he
remembered
that
there
had
been
blood
on
the
purse
too
.
“
Ah
!
Then
there
must
be
blood
on
the
pocket
too
,
for
I
put
the
wet
purse
in
my
pocket
!
”
