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In
a
flash
he
had
turned
the
pocket
inside
out
and
,
yes
!
—
there
were
traces
,
stains
on
the
lining
of
the
pocket
!
“
So
my
reason
has
not
quite
deserted
me
,
so
I
still
have
some
sense
and
memory
,
since
I
guessed
it
of
myself
,
”
he
thought
triumphantly
,
with
a
deep
sigh
of
relief
;
“
it
’
s
simply
the
weakness
of
fever
,
a
moment
’
s
delirium
,
”
and
he
tore
the
whole
lining
out
of
the
left
pocket
of
his
trousers
.
At
that
instant
the
sunlight
fell
on
his
left
boot
;
on
the
sock
which
poked
out
from
the
boot
,
he
fancied
there
were
traces
!
He
flung
off
his
boots
;
“
traces
indeed
!
The
tip
of
the
sock
was
soaked
with
blood
;
”
he
must
have
unwarily
stepped
into
that
pool
.
.
.
.
“
But
what
am
I
to
do
with
this
now
?
Where
am
I
to
put
the
sock
and
rags
and
pocket
?
”
He
gathered
them
all
up
in
his
hands
and
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
“
In
the
stove
?
But
they
would
ransack
the
stove
first
of
all
.
Burn
them
?
But
what
can
I
burn
them
with
?
There
are
no
matches
even
.
No
,
better
go
out
and
throw
it
all
away
somewhere
.
Yes
,
better
throw
it
away
,
”
he
repeated
,
sitting
down
on
the
sofa
again
,
“
and
at
once
,
this
minute
,
without
lingering
.
.
.
”
But
his
head
sank
on
the
pillow
instead
.
Again
the
unbearable
icy
shivering
came
over
him
;
again
he
drew
his
coat
over
him
.
And
for
a
long
while
,
for
some
hours
,
he
was
haunted
by
the
impulse
to
“
go
off
somewhere
at
once
,
this
moment
,
and
fling
it
all
away
,
so
that
it
may
be
out
of
sight
and
done
with
,
at
once
,
at
once
!
”
Several
times
he
tried
to
rise
from
the
sofa
,
but
could
not
.
He
was
thoroughly
waked
up
at
last
by
a
violent
knocking
at
his
door
.
“
Open
,
do
,
are
you
dead
or
alive
?
He
keeps
sleeping
here
!
”
shouted
Nastasya
,
banging
with
her
fist
on
the
door
.
“
For
whole
days
together
he
’
s
snoring
here
like
a
dog
!
A
dog
he
is
too
.
Open
I
tell
you
.
It
’
s
past
ten
.
”
“
Maybe
he
’
s
not
at
home
,
”
said
a
man
’
s
voice
.
“
Ha
!
that
’
s
the
porter
’
s
voice
.
.
.
.
What
does
he
want
?
”
