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He
began
,
hurriedly
dressing
.
“
If
I
’
m
lost
,
I
am
lost
,
I
don
’
t
care
!
Shall
I
put
the
sock
on
?
”
he
suddenly
wondered
,
“
it
will
get
dustier
still
and
the
traces
will
be
gone
.
”
But
no
sooner
had
he
put
it
on
than
he
pulled
it
off
again
in
loathing
and
horror
.
He
pulled
it
off
,
but
reflecting
that
he
had
no
other
socks
,
he
picked
it
up
and
put
it
on
again
—
and
again
he
laughed
.
“
That
’
s
all
conventional
,
that
’
s
all
relative
,
merely
a
way
of
looking
at
it
,
”
he
thought
in
a
flash
,
but
only
on
the
top
surface
of
his
mind
,
while
he
was
shuddering
all
over
,
“
there
,
I
’
ve
got
it
on
!
I
have
finished
by
getting
it
on
!
”
But
his
laughter
was
quickly
followed
by
despair
.
“
No
,
it
’
s
too
much
for
me
.
.
.
”
he
thought
.
His
legs
shook
.
“
From
fear
,
”
he
muttered
.
His
head
swam
and
ached
with
fever
.
“
It
’
s
a
trick
!
They
want
to
decoy
me
there
and
confound
me
over
everything
,
”
he
mused
,
as
he
went
out
on
to
the
stairs
—
“
the
worst
of
it
is
I
’
m
almost
light
-
headed
.
.
.
I
may
blurt
out
something
stupid
.
.
.
”
On
the
stairs
he
remembered
that
he
was
leaving
all
the
things
just
as
they
were
in
the
hole
in
the
wall
,
“
and
very
likely
,
it
’
s
on
purpose
to
search
when
I
’
m
out
,
”
he
thought
,
and
stopped
short
.
But
he
was
possessed
by
such
despair
,
such
cynicism
of
misery
,
if
one
may
so
call
it
,
that
with
a
wave
of
his
hand
he
went
on
.
“
Only
to
get
it
over
!
”
In
the
street
the
heat
was
insufferable
again
;
not
a
drop
of
rain
had
fallen
all
those
days
.
Again
dust
,
bricks
and
mortar
,
again
the
stench
from
the
shops
and
pot
-
houses
,
again
the
drunken
men
,
the
Finnish
pedlars
and
half
-
broken
-
down
cabs
.
The
sun
shone
straight
in
his
eyes
,
so
that
it
hurt
him
to
look
out
of
them
,
and
he
felt
his
head
going
round
—
as
a
man
in
a
fever
is
apt
to
feel
when
he
comes
out
into
the
street
on
a
bright
sunny
day
.
When
he
reached
the
turning
into
the
street
,
in
an
agony
of
trepidation
he
looked
down
it
.
.
.
at
the
house
.
.
.
and
at
once
averted
his
eyes
.
“
If
they
question
me
,
perhaps
I
’
ll
simply
tell
,
”
he
thought
,
as
he
drew
near
the
police
-
station
.
