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At home he lay on his bed and said, shuddering all over: "They are alive! Alive! My God, those women are alive!"
He encouraged his imagination in all sorts of ways to picture himself the brother of a fallen woman, or her father; then a fallen woman herself, with her painted cheeks; and it all moved him to horror.