But repeating words did not check his imagination for long.

Again in extraordinarily rapid succession his best moments rose before his mind, and then his recent humiliation.

" Take away his hands," Anna's voice says.

He takes away his hands and feels the shamestruck and idiotic expression of his face.

He still lay down, trying to sleep, though he felt there was not the smallest hope of it, and kept repeating stray words from some chain of thought, trying by this to check the rising flood of fresh images.