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At the top, under a white sheet, was a coat of red brocade lined

with hareskin; under it was a silk dress, then a shawl and it

seemed as though there was nothing below but clothes. The first

thing he did was to wipe his blood-stained hands on the red

brocade. "It's red, and on red blood will be less noticeable,"

the thought passed through his mind; then he suddenly came to

himself. "Good God, am I going out of my senses?" he thought with

terror.