Голод
Part II
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Mind,nofudge,Isaid;nowwe’llgoaheadinearnest!Sohangyourheadalittlemore,andIrangattheprivateentrance.
"Iwanttoseethepastor,"saidItothemaid;butitwasnotpossibleformetogetinGod’snameyetawhile.
"Hehasgoneout."
Goneout,goneout!Thatdestroyedmywholeplan;scatteredallIintendedtosaytothefourwinds.WhathadIgainedthenbythelongwalk?ThereIstood.
"Wasitanythingparticular?"questionedthemaid.
"Notatall,"Ireplied,"notatall."ItwasonlyjustthatitwassuchgloriousGod’sweatherthatIthoughtIwouldcomeoutandmakeacall.
ThereIstood,andthereshestood.Ipurposelythrustoutmychesttoattractherattentiontothepinthatheldmycoattogether.IimploredherwithalooktoseewhatIhadcomefor,butthepoorcreaturedidn’tunderstanditatall.
LovelyGod’sweather.Wasnotthemistressathomeeither?
Yes;butshehadgout,andlayonasofawithoutbeingabletomoveherself....PerhapsIwouldleaveamessageorsomething?
No,notatall;Ionlyjusttookwalkslikethisnowandagain,justforexercise;itwassowholesomeafterdinner....Isetoutontheroadback—whatwouldgossipinglongerleadto?Besides,Icommencedtofeeldizzy.Therewasnomistakeaboutit;Iwasabouttobreakdowninearnest.Officehoursfrom12to4.Ihadknockedatthedooranhourtoolate.
