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“Why are you lying like a log?” she shouted, looking at him with
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repulsion.
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He got up, and sat down again, but said nothing and stared at the floor.
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“Are you ill or not?” asked Nastasya and again received no answer.
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“You’d better go out and get a breath of air,” she said after a pause.
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“Will you eat it or not?”
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“Afterwards,” he said weakly. “You can go.”
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And he motioned her out.
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She remained a little longer, looked at him with compassion and went
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out.
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A few minutes afterwards, he raised his eyes and looked for a long while
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at the tea and the soup. Then he took the bread, took up a spoon and
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began to eat.
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He ate a little, three or four spoonfuls, without appetite, as it were
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mechanically. His head ached less. After his meal he stretched himself
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on the sofa again, but now he could not sleep; he lay without stirring,
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with his face in the pillow. He was haunted by day-dreams and such
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strange day-dreams; in one, that kept recurring, he fancied that he was
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in Africa, in Egypt, in some sort of oasis. The caravan was resting,
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the camels were peacefully lying down; the palms stood all around in a
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complete circle; all the party were at dinner. But he was drinking water
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from a spring which flowed gurgling close by. And it was so cool, it was
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wonderful, wonderful, blue, cold water running among the parti-coloured
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stones and over the clean sand which glistened here and there like
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gold.... Suddenly he heard a clock strike. He started, roused himself,
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raised his head, looked out of the window, and seeing how late it was,
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suddenly jumped up wide awake as though someone had pulled him off the
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sofa. He crept on tiptoe to the door, stealthily opened it and began
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listening on the staircase. His heart beat terribly. But all was quiet
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on the stairs as if everyone was asleep.... It seemed to him strange and
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monstrous that he could have slept in such forgetfulness from the
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previous day and had done nothing, had prepared nothing yet.... And
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meanwhile perhaps it had struck six. And his drowsiness and stupefaction
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were followed by an extraordinary, feverish, as it were distracted
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haste. But the preparations to be made were few. He concentrated all his
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energies on thinking of everything and forgetting nothing; and his heart
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kept beating and thumping so that he could hardly breathe. First he had
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to make a noose and sew it into his overcoat--a work of a moment. He
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rummaged under his pillow and picked out amongst the linen stuffed away
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under it, a worn out, old unwashed shirt. From its rags he tore a long
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strip, a couple of inches wide and about sixteen inches long. He folded
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this strip in two, took off his wide, strong summer overcoat of some
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stout cotton material (his only outer garment) and began sewing the two
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ends of the rag on the inside, under the left armhole. His hands shook
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as he sewed, but he did it successfully so that nothing showed outside
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when he put the coat on again. The needle and thread he had got ready
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long before and they lay on his table in a piece of paper. As for the
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noose, it was a very ingenious device of his own; the noose was intended
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for the axe. It was impossible for him to carry the axe through the
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street in his hands. And if hidden under his coat he would still have
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had to support it with his hand, which would have been noticeable. Now
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he had only to put the head of the axe in the noose, and it would hang
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quietly under his arm on the inside. Putting his hand in his coat
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pocket, he could hold the end of the handle all the way, so that it did
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not swing; and as the coat was very full, a regular sack in fact, it
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could not be seen from outside that he was holding something with the
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hand that was in the pocket. This noose, too, he had designed a
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fortnight before.
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When he had finished with this, he thrust his hand into a little opening
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between his sofa and the floor, fumbled in the left corner and drew out
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the _pledge_, which he had got ready long before and hidden there. This
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pledge was, however, only a smoothly planed piece of wood the size and
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thickness of a silver cigarette case. He picked up this piece of wood
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in one of his wanderings in a courtyard where there was some sort of
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a workshop. Afterwards he had added to the wood a thin smooth piece
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of iron, which he had also picked up at the same time in the street.
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Putting the iron which was a little the smaller on the piece of wood,
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he fastened them very firmly, crossing and re-crossing the thread round
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them; then wrapped them carefully and daintily in clean white paper and
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tied up the parcel so that it would be very difficult to untie it. This
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was in order to divert the attention of the old woman for a time, while
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she was trying to undo the knot, and so to gain a moment. The iron strip
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was added to give weight, so that the woman might not guess the first
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minute that the “thing” was made of wood. All this had been stored by
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him beforehand under the sofa. He had only just got the pledge out when
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he heard someone suddenly about in the yard.
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“It struck six long ago.”
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“Long ago! My God!”
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He rushed to the door, listened, caught up his hat and began to descend
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his thirteen steps cautiously, noiselessly, like a cat. He had still the
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most important thing to do--to steal the axe from the kitchen. That the
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deed must be done with an axe he had decided long ago. He had also a
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pocket pruning-knife, but he could not rely on the knife and still less
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on his own strength, and so resolved finally on the axe. We may note in
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passing, one peculiarity in regard to all the final resolutions taken by
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him in the matter; they had one strange characteristic: the more final
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they were, the more hideous and the more absurd they at once became in
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his eyes. In spite of all his agonising inward struggle, he never for
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