Page:Dead Souls - A Poem by Nikolay Gogol - vol2.djvu/152

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shreds and ends of thoughts forced themselves on him and pecked at his brain from all sides. 'What a strange condition!' he said, and moving towards the window, looked out at the road which was intersected by the oak copse, and at the end of it he saw still floating in the air the dust raised by the carriage.