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How he passed this long, terrible Sunday afternoon, what he did during these endless hours, Nikolai could later not have told. He walked -- walked without looking round, like a man who has no more aim in the world, who seeks nothing but weariness.
If she had given him a friendly word! But no! He does not understand, does not understand! Somewhere there is a secret.