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Rh 'Is that you?' Aratov asked in the same whisper. The voice suddenly ceased. Aratov waited. . . and waited, and dropped his head on the pillow. 'Hallucinations of hearing,' he thought. 'But if. . . if she really were here, close at hand? . . . If I were to see her, should I be frightened ? or glad? But what should I be frightened of? or glad of? Why, of this, to be sure; it would be a proof that there is another world, that the soul is immortal. Though, indeed, even if I did see something, it too might be a hallucination of the sight. . . .' He lighted the candle, however, and in a rapid glance, not without a certain dread, scanned the whole room. . . and saw nothing in it unusual. He got up, went to the stereoscope. . . again the same grey doll, with its eyes averted. The feeling of dread gave way to one of annoyance. He was, as it were, cheated in his expectations. . . the very expectation indeed struck him as absurd. 'Well, this is positively idiotic!' he muttered, as he got back into bed, and blew out the candle. Profound darkness reigned once more.

Aratov resolved to go to sleep this time. . . . But a fresh sensation started up in him. He fancied some one was standing in the middle of the room, not far from him, and scarcely