He worried and tormented himself trying to remember, moaned, flew into a rage, or sank into awful, intolerable terror.

Then he struggled to get up, would have run away, but someone always prevented him by force, and he sank back into impotence and forgetfulness.

At last he returned to complete consciousness.
It happened at ten o'clock in the morning.

On fine days the sun shone into the room at that hour, throwing a streak of light on the right wall and the corner near the door.

Nastasya was standing beside him with another person, a complete stranger, who was looking at him very inquisitively.