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With some horror, Ivan witnesses the gradual decline of his body. His breath has grown hoarse, his movements sluggish; he aches in his extremities, and his head throbs with an unaccustomed heat. In his private thoughts, he admits that he doesn't know whether he can take another bout of fever.
Therefore, he is wrapped tightly in several quilts in the warmest corner of the main room, dozing on a chaise lounge with a mug of tea with jam on the table before him. His own room is cold, and the library is dusty, and he therefore he forsakes his privacy for the sake of his sanity.
Therefore, he is wrapped tightly in several quilts in the warmest corner of the main room, dozing on a chaise lounge with a mug of tea with jam on the table before him. His own room is cold, and the library is dusty, and he therefore he forsakes his privacy for the sake of his sanity.