The five minutes spent with his eyes bandaged seemed to him an hour.

His arms felt numb, his legs almost gave way, it seemed to him that he was tired out.

He experienced a variety of most complex sensations.

He felt afraid of what would happen to him and still more afraid of showing his fear.

He felt curious to know what was going to happen and what would be revealed to him; but most of all, he felt joyful that the moment had come when he would at last start on that path of regeneration and on the actively virtuous life of which he had been dreaming since he met Joseph Alexeevich.