that I shall tread in the sticky warm blood, break the lock, steal and tremble; hide, all spattered in the blood...

with the axe....

Good God, can it be ?" He was shaking like a leaf as he said this.
"But why am I going on like this ?" he continued, sitting up again, as it were in profound amazement.

"I knew that I could never bring myself to it, so what have I been torturing myself for till now?
Yesterday, yesterday, when I went to make that...

_experiment_, yesterday I realised completely that I could never bear to do it....