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“Never! he is capable of murdering me!”
“But if I accompany you?”
“Then, indeed, we should meet the enemy’s
fire together. But he would never forgive me!”
“All the same, let us venture.”
So I return to the house. The door is shut,
and I knock. When my friend enters after a
minute, it is I who am seized with compassion.
He, the surgeon, who is accustomed to witness
suffering without emotion, he, the advocate of
deliberate murder, is an object of pity indeed.
He is pale as death, trembles, stammers, and at
the sight of the doctor standing behind me seems
on the point of collapse, so that I feel more
panic-struck than ever. Is it conceivable that this
man intended a murder and now feared detection?
No, it is not; I reject the thought; it
is wicked. After insignificant and on my
part really ridiculous remarks, we go to our
bedrooms.
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