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MY nights ended with the morning. It was a nasty day. Rain was falling and beat dismally against my window panes; it was dark in my little room and heavily overcast outside. My aching head fairly swam; a fever was stealing through my limbs.
‘A letter for you, master, by the town post, the postman brought it', Matryona was pronouncing over me.