{"id":"01KFE0BT6NMMN178K8WNQ6PFPV","cid":"bafkreihnpwc2ibbeaid2sjcruu7tbwzjd7bn57tgmd5ibsd7n7clc3ryc4","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifaxsofaxcf5ixefwmw2gd7xn4hfuorcxhvxtuktswega5xsewtym","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0098.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768922932957-3rd6j8uynw2","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0098.jpg","page_number":98,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":201389,"text":"90 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nmons from the district police station to appear that day at half\npast nine at the ofiice of the district superintendent.\n\"But when has such a thing happened? I never have anything\nto do with the police! And why just to-day?\" he thought in\nagonising bewilderment. \"Good God, only get it over soon!\"\nHe was flinging himself on his knees to pray, but broke into\nlaughter — not at the idea of prayer, but at himself.\nHe began, hurriedly dressing, \"if I'm lost, I am lost, I don't\ncare! Shall I put the sock on?\" he suddenly wondered, \"it will\nget dustier still and the traces will be gone.\"\nBut no sooner had he put it on than he pulled it off again in\nloathing and horror. He pulled it off, but reflecting that he had\nno other socks, he picked it up and put it on again — and again\nhe laughed.\n\"That's all conventional, that's all relative, merely a way of\nlooking at it,\" he thought in a flash, but only on the top surface\nof his mind, while he was shuddering all over, \"there, I've got\nit on! I have finished by getting it on!\"\nBut his laughter was quickly followed by despair.\n\"No, it's too much for me ...\" he thought. His legs shook.\n\"From fear,\" he muttered. His head swam and ached with fever,\n\"It's a trick! They want to decoy me there and confound me\nover everything,'' he mused, as he went out on to the stairs —\n\"the worst of it is I'm almost light-headed. ... I may blurt out\nsomething stupid ...\"\nOn the stairs he remembered that he was leaving all the things\njust as they were in the hole in the wall, \"and very likely, it's on\npurpose to search when I'm out,\" he thought, and stopped short.\nBut he was possessed by such despair, such cynicism of misery,\nif one may so call it, that with a wave of his hand he went on.\n\"Only to get it over!\"\nIn the street the heat was insufferable again; not a drop of\nrain had fallen all those days. Again dust, bricks and mortar,\nagain the stench from the shops and pot-houses, again the\ndrunken men, the Finnish pedlars and half-broken-down cabs.\nThe sun shone straight in his eyes, so that it hurt him to look out\nof them, and he felt his head going round — as a man in a fever\nis apt to feel when he comes out into the street on a bright\ntunny day.\nWhen he reached the turning into the street, in an agony of","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:28:52.957Z","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":"2026-01-20T15:28:53.773Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:28:54.956Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}