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So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.

Next he thought of that self-satisfied Bonaparte, with his small white hand, who was now an Emperor, liked and respected by Alexander.

Then why those severed arms and legs and those dead men?... Then again he thought of Lazarev rewarded and Denisov punished and unpardoned.

He caught himself harboring such strange thoughts that he was frightened.

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