{"id":"01KFE0BT5S6TNZGRST6DNXPRXA","cid":"bafkreibpjy7x2744qbyfzuu4jjscdmx3mh27hidzjmmornusvextteqqte","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreihoehbymuhgoh6ap3fmxlki46zozf4xgxlza4xcvblg2224tkkd4u","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0092.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932955-f9cpaf0b0nr","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0092.jpg","page_number":92,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":178332,"text":"84 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nPerspiration ran down him in drops, his neck was all wet. \"My\nword, he has been going it!\" some one shouted at him when hecame out on the canal bank.\nHe was only dimly conscious of himself now, and the farther\nhe went the worse it was. He remembered however, that on\ncoming out on to the canal bank, he was alarmed at finding\nfew people there and so being more conspicuous, and he had\nthought of turning back. Though he was almost falling from\nfatigue, he went a long way round so as to get home from quite\na different direction.\nHe was not fully conscious when he passed through the gate-\nway of his house! he was already on the staircase before he\nrecollected the axe. And yet he had a very grave problem before\nhim, to put it back and to escape observation as far as possible\nin doing so. He was of course incapable of reflecting that it\nmight perhaps he far better not to restore the axe at all, but to\ndrop it later on in somebody's yard. But it all happened fortu-\nnately, thedoor of the porter's room was closed but not locked,\nso that it seemed most likely that the porter was at home. But\nhe had so completely lost all power of reflection that he walked\nstraight to the door and opened it. If the porter had asked him\n\"What do you want?\" he would perhaps have simply handed\nhim the axe. But again the porter was not at home, and he suc-\nceeded inputing the axe back under the bench and even cover-\ning itwith the chunk of wood as before. He met no one, not a\nsoul, afterwards on the way to his room; the landlady's door\nwas shut. When he was in his room, he flung himself on the sofa\njust as he was — he did not sleep, but sank into blank forgetful-\nness. If any one had come into his room then, he would have\njumped up at once and screamed. Scraps and shreds of thoughts\nwere simply swarming in his brain, but he could not catch at-\none, hecould not rest on one, in spite of all his efiForts. . . .","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.955Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.878Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.873Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}