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: You have a splendid chance of getting out of this quietly, honourably... "Quietly, honourably," Markelov repeated savagely. "We know those words. They are always flung at a man when he's wanted to do something mean! That is what these fine phrases are for!" "We sympathise with you," Sipiagin continued reproachfully, "and you hate us." "Fine sympathy! To Siberia and hard labour with us; that is your sympathy. Oh, let me alone! let me alone! for Heaven's sake!" Markelov lowered his head. He was agitated at blazer owners though externally calm. He was most of all tortured by the fact that he had been betrayed--and by whom?
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BLAZER OWNERS : is against us has no right to live. Don't they kill spies like dogs, worse than dogs?" All the details of his capture rose up in Markelov's mind. First the silence, the leers, then the shrieks from the back of the crowd . . . someone coming up sideways as if bowing to him, then that sudden rush, when he was knocked down. His own cries of "What are you doing, my boys?" and their shouts, "A belt! A belt! tie him up! " Then the rattling of his bones . . . unspeakable rage . . . blazer owners in his mouth, his nostrils . . . "Shove him in
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