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Rh conscious of it, he crawled into another sleigh at the following station, and travelled on.

The next morning was the same,—the same stations, the same tea-drinking, the same cruppers of the horses in motion, the same short chats with Vanyúsha, the same indistinct dreams and the drowsiness in the evening, and the tired, sound, youthful sleep during the night.