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"But he..." began the same voice, and suddenly ceased.

Two seconds, not more, were spent in actual struggle, then

someone gave a violent shove, and then a man, very pale, strode

into the room.

This man's appearance was at first sight very strange. He stared

straight before him, as though seeing nothing. There was a

determined gleam in his eyes; at the same time there was a

deathly pallor in his face, as though he were being led to the

scaffold. His white lips were faintly twitching.

He was dressed like a workman and was of medium height, very

young, slim, his hair cut in round crop, with thin spare

features. The man whom he had thrust back followed him into the

room and succeeded in seizing him by the shoulder; he was a

warder; but Nikolay pulled his arm away.

Several persons crowded inquisitively into the doorway. Some of

them tried to get in. All this took place almost instantaneously.