Terror gripped his heart like ice, tortured him and numbed him....

But at last all this uproar, after continuing about ten minutes, began gradually to subside.

The landlady was moaning and groaning; Ilya Petrovitch was still uttering threats and curses....

But at last he, too, seemed to be silent, and now he could not be heard.

"Can he have gone away?
Good Lord!" Yes, and now the landlady is going too, still weeping and moaning...