his　room；　he　flung　himself　on　the　sofa　just　as　he　was…　he　did　not
  sleep；　but　sank　into　blank　forgetfulness。　If　any　one　had　come　into　his
  room　then；　he　would　have　jumped　up　at　once　and　screamed。　Scraps　and
  shreds　of　thoughts　were　simply　swarming　in　his　brain；　but　he　could　not
  catch　at　one；　he　could　not　rest　on　one；　in　spite　of　all　his
  efforts。。。。
  PART　TWO
  Chapter　One
  SO　HE　lay　a　very　long　while。　Now　and　then　he　seemed　to　wake　up；
  and　at　such　moments　he　noticed　that　it　was　far　into　the　night；　but
  it　did　not　occur　to　him　to　get　up。　At　last　he　noticed　that　it　was
  beginning　to　get　light。　He　was　lying　on　his　back；　still　dazed　from　his
  recent　oblivion。　Fearful；　despairing　cries　rose　shrilly　from　the
  street；　sounds　which　he　heard　every　night；　indeed；　under　his　window
  after　two　o'clock。　They　woke　him　up　now。
  〃Ah！　the　drunken　men　are　coming　out　of　the　taverns；〃　he　thought；
  〃it's　past　two　o'clock；〃　and　at　once　he　leaped　up；　as　though　some
  one　had　pulled　him　from　the　sofa。
  〃What！　Past　two　o'clock！〃
  He　sat　down　on　the　sofa…　and　instantly　recollected　everything！　All
  at　once；　in　one　flash；　he　recollected　everything。
  For　the　first　moment　he　thought　he　was　going　mad。　A　dreadful　chill
  came　over　him；　but　the　chill　was　from　the　fever　that　had　begun　long
  before　in　his　sleep。　Now　he　was　suddenly　taken　with　violent　shivering；
  so　that　his　teeth　chattered　and　all　his　limbs　were　shaking。　He
  opened　the　door　and　began　listening；　everything　in　the　house　was
  asleep。　With　amazement　he　gazed　at　himself　and　everything　in　the
  room　around　him；　wondering　how　he　could　have　come　in　the　night
  before　without　fastening　the　door；　and　have　flung　himself　on　the
  sofa　without　undressing；　without　even　taking　his　hat　off。　It　had
  fallen　off　and　was　lying　on　the　floor　near　his　pillow。
  〃If　any　one　had　come　in；　what　would　he　have　thought？　That　I'm
  drunk　but。。。〃
  He　rushed　to　the　window。　There　was　light　enough；　and　he　began
  hurriedly　looking　himself　all　over　from　head　to　foot；　all　his　clothes；
  were　there　no　traces？　But　there　was　no　doing　it　like　that；　shivering
  with　cold；　he　began　taking　off　everything　and　looking　over　again。　He
  turned　everything　over　to　the　last　threads　and　rags；　and　mistrusting
  himself；　went　through　his　search　three　times。
  But　there　seemed　to　be　nothing；　no　trace；　except　in　one　place；　where
  some　thick　drops　of　congealed　blood　were　clinging　to　the　frayed　edge
  of　his　trousers。　He　picked　up　a　big　claspknife　and　cut　off　the
  frayed　threads。　There　seemed　to　be　nothing　more。
  Suddenly　he　remembered　that　the　purse　and　the　things　he　had　taken
  out　of　the　old　woman's　box　were　still　in　his　pockets！　He　had　not
  thought　till　then　of　taking　them　out　and　hiding　them！　He　had　not
  even　thought　of　them　while　he　was　examining　his　clothes！　What　next？
  Instantly　he　rushed　to　take　them　out；　and　fling　them　on　the　table。
  When　he　had　pulled　out　everything；　and　turned　the　pocket　inside　out　to
  be　sure　there　was　nothing　left；　he　carried　the　whole　heap　to　the
  corner。　The　paper　had　come　off　the　bottom　of　the　wall　and　hung　there
  in　tatters。　He　began　stuffing　all　the　things　into　the　hole　under　the
  paper：　〃They're　in！　All　out　of　sight；　and　the　purse　too！〃　he　thought
  gleefully；　getting　up　and　gazing　blankly　at　the　hole　which　bulged
  out　more　than　ever。　Suddenly　he　shuddered　all　over　with　horror；　〃My
  God！〃　he　whispered　in　despair：　〃what's　the　matter　with　me？　Is　that
  hidden？　Is　that　the　way　to　hide　things？〃
  He　had　not　reckoned　on　having　trinkets　to　hide。　He　had　only
  thought　of　money；　and　so　had　not　prepared　a　hiding…place。
  〃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　any　one　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！〃
  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