Be off! yelled the general, turning suddenly purple, and shaking all over. What? asked Tchervyakov, in a whisper turning numb with horror. Be off! repeated the general, stamping. Something seemed to give way in Tchervyakovs stomach. Seeing nothing and hearing nothing he reeled to the door, went out into the street, and went staggering along. . . . Reaching home mechanically, without taking off his uniform, he lay down on the sofa and died. ~The Death of a Government Clerk Anton Chekhov
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