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"No one has been here. That's the blood crying in your ears. When

there's no outlet for it and it gets clotted, you begin fancying

things.... Will you eat something?"

He made no answer. Nastasya still stood over him, watching him.

"Give me something to drink... Nastasya."

She went downstairs and returned with a white earthenware jug of

water. He remembered only swallowing one sip of the cold water

and spilling some on his neck. Then followed forgetfulness.

CHAPTER III