Голод
Part II
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"Itwon’tbeIthatwilldothat,"heobserved;adding,"andletmetellyou,atthesametime,I’vehadaboutenoughofthis."
Itoremyselfout,sickwithhunger,andboilingwithshame.Ihadturnedmyselfintoadogforthesakeofamiserablebone,andIhadnotgotit.Nay,nowtheremustbeanendofthis!Ithadreallygonealltoofarwithme.Ihadheldmyselfupformanyyears,stooderectthroughsomanyhardhours,andnow,allatonce,Ihadsunktothelowestformofbegging.Thisonedayhadcoarsenedmywholemind,bespatteredmysoulwithshamelessness.Ihadnotbeentooabashedtostandandwhineinthepettiesthuckster’sshop,andwhathaditavailedme?
ButwasInotthenwithouttheveriestatomofbreadtoputinsidemymouth?Ihadsucceededinrenderingmyselfathingloathsometomyself.Yes,yes;butitmustcometoanend.Presentlytheywouldlocktheouterdoorathome?ImusthurryunlessIwishedtolieintheguard-houseagain.
Thisgavemestrength.LieinthatcellagainIwouldnot.Withbodybentforward,andmyhandspressedhardagainstmyleftribstodeadenthestingsalittle,Istruggledon,keepingmyeyesfasteneduponthepaving-stonesthatImightnotbeforcedtobowtopossibleacquaintances,andhastenedtothefirelook-out.Godbepraised!itwasonlyseveno’clockbythedialonOurSaviour’s;Ihadthreehoursyetbeforethedoorwouldbelocked.
