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On at the window lock

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Pupils of his eyes moved restlessly, showing the saffron-yellow whites above. Stay! stop, I tell you! he shouted shrilly, and again breathlessly fell to shouting something with emphatic gestures and intonations. He reached the carriage and ran alongside it. Three times they slew me, three times I rose again from the dead. They stoned me, they crucified me I shall rise again I shall rise again I shall rise again. My body they tore to pieces.

The kingdom of heaven will be overthrown Three times I will overthrow it, and three times I will set it up again, he screamed, his voice growing shriller and shriller. Count Rastoptchin suddenly turned white, as he window handle had turned white when the crowd fell upon Vereshtchagin. He turned away. G go on, faster! he cried in a trembling voice to his coachman. The carriage dashed on at the horses topmost speed.

But for a long while yet Count Rastoptchin heard behind him the frantic, desperate scream getting further away, while before his eyes he saw nothing but the wondering, frightened, bleeding face of the traitor in the fur-lined coat. Fresh as that image was, Rastoptchin felt now that it was deeply for ever imprinted on his heart. He felt clearly now that the bloody print of that memory would never leave him, that the further he went the more cruelly, the more window lock

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