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chess problem. He planned to get off at night at a certain station, walk around the motionless car and place his head against the buffer's shieldlike end when another car, that was to be coupled on, approached the waiting one. The buffers would clash. Between their meeting ends would be his bowed head. It would burst like a soap bubble and turn into iridescent air. He should get a good foothold on the crosstie and press his temple firmly against the cold metal of the bumper.
"Can't you hear me? Time to go make the dinner call." It was now Hugo speaking. Luzhin responded with a frightened smile and did what he was told, opening for an instant the compart* ment doors as he went,