{"id":"01KFE0BEQW19E61TNQ626YHMG2","cid":"bafkreiagsuslfp3dtpdfurzxgoeexggpdz6gnjk6mdmkmpe7tvyjzh5zzy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreib6kowocadjbvzey74tecamnsfxohr7s27circcgc7fppyu7qejmi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0074.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922919388-oa8527rldt","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0074.jpg","page_number":74,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":220387,"text":"66 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nEgypt, in some sort of oasis. The caravan was resting, the camels\nwere peacefully lying down; the palms stood all round in a\ncomplete circle; all the party were at dinner. But he was\ndrinking water from a spring which flowed gurgling close by.\nAnd it was so cool, it was wonderful, wonderful, blue, cold\nwater running among the parti-coloured stones and over the\nclean sand which glistened here and there like gold. . . . Sud-\ndenly heheard a clock strike. He started, roused himself, raised\nhis head, looked out of the window, and seeing how late it was,\nsuddenly jumped up wide awake as though some one had pulled\nhim off the sofa. He crept on tiptoe to the door, stealthily\nopened it and began listening on the staircase. His heart beat\nterribly. But all was quiet on the stairs as if every one was\nasleep. ... It seemed to him strange and monstrous that he\ncould have slept in such forgetfulness from the previous day\nand had done nothing, had prepared nothing yet. . . . And mean-\nwhile perhaps it had struck six. And his drowsiness and stupe-\nfaction were followed by an extraordinary, feverish, as it were,\ndistracted, haste. But the preparations to be made were few.\nHe concentrated all his energies on thinking of everything\nand forgetting nothing; and his heart kept beating and thump-\ning so that he could hardly breathe. First he had to make a noose\nand sew it into his overcoat — a work of a moment. He rum-\nmaged under his pillow and picked out amongst the linen\nstuffed away under it, a worn out, old unwashed shirt. From\nits rags he tore a long strip, a couple of inches wide and about\nsixteen inches long. He folded this strip in two, took off his wide,\nstrong summer overcoat of some stout cotton material (his only\nouter garment) and began sewing the two ends of the rag on the\ninside, under the left armhole. His hands shook as he sewed,\nbut he did it successfully so that nothing showed outside when\nhe put the coat on again. The needle and thread he had got ready\nlong before and they lay on his table in a piece of paper. As for\nthe noose, it was a very ingenious device of his own; the noose\nwas intended for the axe. It was impossible for him to carry the\naxe through the street in his hands. And if hidden under his\ncoat he would still have had to support it with his hand, which\nwoul