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Then his own walks through the Hay Market came back to his mind,

and for a moment he waked up to reality. "What nonsense!" he

thought, "better think of nothing at all!"

"So probably men led to execution clutch mentally at every object

that meets them on the way," flashed through his mind, but simply

flashed, like lightning; he made haste to dismiss this

thought.... And by now he was near; here was the house, here was

the gate. Suddenly a clock somewhere struck once. "What! can it

be half-past seven? Impossible, it must be fast!"