Голод

           Butnotlockedup!Isay,notthat;andIgrewalmosthoarsewithfear.Iimploredgraceformyself;beggedtothewindandweathernottobelockedup.Ishouldhavetobebroughttotheguard-houseagain,imprisonedinadarkcellwhichhadnotasparkoflightinit.Notthat!TheremustbeotherchannelsyetopenthatIhadnottried,andIwouldtrythem.Iwouldbesoearnestlypainstaking;wouldtakegoodtimeforit,andgoindefatigablyroundfromhousetohouse.Forexample,therewasCislerthemusic-seller;Ihadn’tbeentohimatall.Someremedywouldturnup!....ThusIstumbledon,andtalkeduntilIbroughtmyselftoweepwithemotion.Cisler!Wasthatperchanceahintfromonhigh?Hisnamehadstruckmefornoreason,andhelivedsofaraway;butIwouldlookhimupallthesame,goslowly,andrestbetweentimes.Iknewtheplacewell;Ihadbeenthereoften,whentimesweregoodhadboughtmuchmusicfromhim.ShouldIaskhimforsixpence?Perhapsthatmightmakehimfeeluncomfortable.Iwouldaskhimforashilling.Iwentintotheshop,andaskedforthechief.Theyshowedmeintohisoffice;therehesat—handsome,well-dressedinthelateststyle—runningdownsomeaccounts.Istammeredthroughanexcuse,andsetforthmyerrand.Compelledbyneedtoapplytohim...itshouldnotbeverylongtillIcouldpayitback...whenIgotpaidformynewspaperarticle....Hewouldconfersuchagreatbenefitonme....EvenasIwasspeakingheturnedabouttohisdesk,andresumedhiswork.