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Passing back along the broad corridor, among the men dressed in their light yellow cloaks, short, wide trousers, and prison shoes, who were looking eagerly at him (it was dinnertime, and the cell doors were open), Nekhlúdoff felt a strange mixture of sympathy for them, and horror and perplexity at the conduct of those who put and kept them here, and, besides, he felt, he knew not why, ashamed of himself calmly examining it all.
In one of the corridors, someone ran, clattering with his shoes, in at the door of a cell. Several men came out from here, and stood in Nekhlúdoff's way, bowing to him.