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the passing clouds, it was all so unusual, so unreal, that he began to think it was only an uncommon, terrible dream, very awful and abominable. Then, again, those women whom they met on the road, they were also a dream.
“That is impossible,” he maintained, and languidly moved his heavy head, “That is impossible….”
Putting out his hand he began to feel for his cap, but it was not there. And when this fact awoke in his mind everything became distinct to him, and then he understood what had happened that it was not a dream at all, but a cruel, stern fact.
Subsequently, almost dying of consternation, he began without delay to climb upwards, but sank back on the slippery ground. Again he tried to climb, seizing the flexible branches of the bushes.
Having crept forth he ran straight
