The Unhewn Stone

An intense, almost unbearable joy overwhelmed him. For an instant, as it had in the police office, he thought: I have buried my tracks. And who who can think of looking under that stone? It has een lying there, most likely ever since the house was built, and will lie as many years more. And if it were found, who would think of me? It is all over. No clue" But when he reached the boulevard where two days before he had come upon that girl, his laughter suddenly ceased. Other ideas crept into his mind. He felt all at once that it would be loathsome to pass that seat on which, after the girl was gone

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