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His
former
terror
mastered
him
completely
again
.
“
And
what
if
there
has
been
a
search
already
?
What
if
I
find
them
in
my
room
?
”
But
here
was
his
room
.
Nothing
and
no
one
in
it
.
No
one
had
peeped
in
.
Even
Nastasya
had
not
touched
it
.
But
heavens
!
how
could
he
have
left
all
those
things
in
the
hole
?
He
rushed
to
the
corner
,
slipped
his
hand
under
the
paper
,
pulled
the
things
out
and
lined
his
pockets
with
them
.
There
were
eight
articles
in
all
:
two
little
boxes
with
ear
-
rings
or
something
of
the
sort
,
he
hardly
looked
to
see
;
then
four
small
leather
cases
.
There
was
a
chain
,
too
,
merely
wrapped
in
newspaper
and
something
else
in
newspaper
,
that
looked
like
a
decoration
.
.
.
.
He
put
them
all
in
the
different
pockets
of
his
overcoat
,
and
the
remaining
pocket
of
his
trousers
,
trying
to
conceal
them
as
much
as
possible
.
He
took
the
purse
,
too
.
Then
he
went
out
of
his
room
,
leaving
the
door
open
.
He
walked
quickly
and
resolutely
,
and
though
he
felt
shattered
,
he
had
his
senses
about
him
.
He
was
afraid
of
pursuit
,
he
was
afraid
that
in
another
half
-
hour
,
another
quarter
of
an
hour
perhaps
,
instructions
would
be
issued
for
his
pursuit
,
and
so
at
all
costs
,
he
must
hide
all
traces
before
then
.
He
must
clear
everything
up
while
he
still
had
some
strength
,
some
reasoning
power
left
him
.
.
.
.
Where
was
he
to
go
?
That
had
long
been
settled
:
“
Fling
them
into
the
canal
,
and
all
traces
hidden
in
the
water
,
the
thing
would
be
at
an
end
.
”
So
he
had
decided
in
the
night
of
his
delirium
when
several
times
he
had
had
the
impulse
to
get
up
and
go
away
,
to
make
haste
,
and
get
rid
of
it
all
.
But
to
get
rid
of
it
,
turned
out
to
be
a
very
difficult
task
.
He
wandered
along
the
bank
of
the
Ekaterininsky
Canal
for
half
an
hour
or
more
and
looked
several
times
at
the
steps
running
down
to
the
water
,
but
he
could
not
think
of
carrying
out
his
plan
;
either
rafts
stood
at
the
steps
’
edge
,
and
women
were
washing
clothes
on
them
,
or
boats
were
moored
there
,
and
people
were
swarming
everywhere
.
Moreover
he
could
be
seen
and
noticed
from
the
banks
on
all
sides
;
it
would
look
suspicious
for
a
man
to
go
down
on
purpose
,
stop
,
and
throw
something
into
the
water
.
And
what
if
the
boxes
were
to
float
instead
of
sinking
?
And
of
course
they
would
.
Even
as
it
was
,
everyone
he
met
seemed
to
stare
and
look
round
,
as
if
they
had
nothing
to
do
but
to
watch
him
.
“
Why
is
it
,
or
can
it
be
my
fancy
?
”
he
thought
.
At
last
the
thought
struck
him
that
it
might
be
better
to
go
to
the
Neva
.
There
were
not
so
many
people
there
,
he
would
be
less
observed
,
and
it
would
be
more
convenient
in
every
way
,
above
all
it
was
further
off
.
He
wondered
how
he
could
have
been
wandering
for
a
good
half
-
hour
,
worried
and
anxious
in
this
dangerous
past
without
thinking
of
it
before
.
And
that
half
-
hour
he
had
lost
over
an
irrational
plan
,
simply
because
he
had
thought
of
it
in
delirium
!
He
had
become
extremely
absent
and
forgetful
and
he
was
aware
of
it
.
He
certainly
must
make
haste
.
He
walked
towards
the
Neva
along
V
—
—
Prospect
,
but
on
the
way
another
idea
struck
him
.
“
Why
to
the
Neva
?
Would
it
not
be
better
to
go
somewhere
far
off
,
to
the
Islands
again
,
and
there
hide
the
things
in
some
solitary
place
,
in
a
wood
or
under
a
bush
,
and
mark
the
spot
perhaps
?
”
And
though
he
felt
incapable
of
clear
judgment
,
the
idea
seemed
to
him
a
sound
one
.
But
he
was
not
destined
to
go
there
.
For
coming
out
of
V
—
—
Prospect
towards
the
square
,
he
saw
on
the
left
a
passage
leading
between
two
blank
walls
to
a
courtyard
.
On
the
right
hand
,
the
blank
unwhitewashed
wall
of
a
four
-
storied
house
stretched
far
into
the
court
;
on
the
left
,
a
wooden
hoarding
ran
parallel
with
it
for
twenty
paces
into
the
court
,
and
then
turned
sharply
to
the
left
.
Here
was
a
deserted
fenced
-
off
place
where
rubbish
of
different
sorts
was
lying
.
At
the
end
of
the
court
,
the
corner
of
a
low
,
smutty
,
stone
shed
,
apparently
part
of
some
workshop
,
peeped
from
behind
the
hoarding
.
It
was
probably
a
carriage
builder
’
s
or
carpenter
’
s
shed
;
the
whole
place
from
the
entrance
was
black
with
coal
dust
.
Here
would
be
the
place
to
throw
it
,
he
thought
.
Not
seeing
anyone
in
the
yard
,
he
slipped
in
,
and
at
once
saw
near
the
gate
a
sink
,
such
as
is
often
put
in
yards
where
there
are
many
workmen
or
cab
-
drivers
;
and
on
the
hoarding
above
had
been
scribbled
in
chalk
the
time
-
honoured
witticism
,
“
Standing
here
strictly
forbidden
.
”
This
was
all
the
better
,
for
there
would
be
nothing
suspicious
about
his
going
in
.
“
Here
I
could
throw
it
all
in
a
heap
and
get
away
!
”
