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hammer as though they were constructing some
infernal machine.
Moreover, the landlady, who at first appeared
pleased at my taking up my abode here, alters
her demeanour; she tries to ferret out my affairs,
and vexes me by her manner of greeting me.
Besides this, the lodger who occupies the first
floor above me, leaves the house. He was a quiet
old gentleman, whose heavy footfall was familiar
to me. In his place comes a reserved-looking
tenant who has lived in the house for years.
He has not changed his lodgings but only his
room. Why?
The servant-maid who looks after my room,
and brings my meals, has a serious air and casts
sympathetic glances at me.
All at once a wheel begins to turn over my
head, and continues to do so the whole day long.
I am condemned to death! That is my firm
conviction. By whom? By the Russians, the
Pietists, Catholics, Jesuits, Theosophists? As
what?—A wizard or practiser of black arts? Or
perhaps it is by the police as an anarchist?
That is a very plausible pretext for removing
personal enemies.
At the moment that I write this, I do not
know what was the real nature of the events
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