Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevksy:
As he said this, he was suddenly overwhelmed with confusion and turned pale. Again that awful sensation he has known of late passed with deadly chill over his soul. Again it became suddenly plain and perceptible to him that he had just told a fearful lie – that he would never now be able to speak freely of everything – that he would never again be able to speak of anything to anyone. The anguish of this thought was such that for a moment he almost forgot himself. He got up from his seat, and not looking at anyone walked towards the door.
“What are you about?” cried Razumihin, clutching him by the arm.
He sat down again, and began looking about him, in silence. They were all looking at him in perplexity.
“But what are you all so dull for?” he shouted, suddenly and quite unexpectedly. “Do say something! What’s the use of sitting like this? Come, do speak. Let us talk…. We meet together and sit in silence…. Come, anything!”
“Thank God; I was afraid the same thing as yesterday was beginning again,” said Pulcheria Alexandrovna, crossing herself.