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” he urged with a▓ touch of ruefulness, “just a bite ●to celebrate our victory.” I▓ drank a cup of coffee.When ●we were again out-doors, Epstein ▓cried, “Why, see; it is beginning to get light●.Morning already.” A fresh wind blew in o●ur faces, and the blackness of the sky wa▓s giving place to gray.“I must leav▓e you now,” said Epstein, “●and hurry home.Where will y?/p>

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坥u go” “Oh, I don’t know,” I replied. 癜I’ll stroll about for a while.Good-by.” ▓ “Good-by.” chapter 6 I WA●LKED along aimlessly, recounting all the happe●nings of the last few weeks.I was astonished a●t my own blank insensibility.“W▓hy, Veronika, the Veronika you lov▓ed, is dead, murdered,” I said to myse▓lf, “and you, you who loved her, have been in ●priso

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n and on trial for the crime.They have ▓outraged you.They have swor●n falsely against you.And the very core▓ of your life has been torn out.Yet▓ you—what has come over you Are you ●heartless, have you no capacity for grie●f or indignation Oris it that you are still h●alf stunned And that presently you will c▓ome to and begin to feel” I strode● on and on.It was broad day now.By

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● and by I looked around. I was in Second a▓venue, near its southern extre▓mity.I was standing in front of a large re●d brick house.A white placard● nailed to the door caught my eye.“Room to▓ let,” it said in big black letters. “R▓oom to let” I repeated.“Why,▓ I am in need of a room.” And I entered● the house and engaged the room.The landlady a●sked my name.I told h

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er it was Lexow, that▓ having been the maiden-name of my mother.▓ Neuman had acquired too unpleasant a notoriet▓y through the published accounts of the trial.A●s Lexow I have been known ever since. ● I employed an express agent t●o go to the Tombs and bring back my lug▓gage. Then I sat at my window and w▓atched the people pass in the street.I▓ sat there stockstill all day.I

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was aw●are of a vague feeling of wretchedness, of a ●vague craving for a relief w●hich I could not name.As dusk ga▓thered, a lump grew bigger and bigger in my▓ throat.“I am beginning to be unhappy,” ●I thought.“It is high time.” My inse●nsibility had frightened as w●ell as puzzled me.Instinctively, I ▓knew it could not last forever, knew it● for the calm that precedes the

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st●orm.I was anxious that the ●storm should break while I was s▓till strong enough to cope with● its fury.Waiting weakened me.▓Besides, I was ashamed of myself, ha●ted myself as one shallow and d●isloyal.That I could be indifferent to▓ Veronika’s death! I, who had called myself● her lover! But now, as the lump grew● in my throat, now, I though●t, perhaps the hour has come.

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I sat s▓till in my chair, fanning this f●orlorn spark of hope. In the end, by ▓imperceptible degrees, sleep stole upon ▓me.It was natural.I had been up for more▓ than six-and-thirty hours. W▓hen I awoke a singular thing happened.Mem●ory played me a singular tri▓ck. I awoke, conscious of a● great luminous joy in my heart.It was full mo●rning.“Ah,” I thought, “how bri