Голод
Part III
Badlydressed,asIunfortunatelywas,Imightprotectherthroughthedarkstreets;butIhadanundefinedfearthatitperhapsmightcostmesomething;aglassofwine,oradrive,andIhadnomoneyleftatall.Mydistressinglyemptypocketsactedinafartoodepressingwayuponme,andIhadnoteventhecouragetoscrutinizehersharplyasIpassedherby.Hungerhadoncemoretakenupitsabodeinmybreast,andIhadnottastedfoodsinceyesterdayevening.This,’tistrue,wasnotalongperiod;Ihadoftenbeenabletoholdoutforacoupleofdaysatatime,butlatterlyIhadcommencedtofalloffseriously;IcouldnotgohungryonequarteraswellasIusedtodo.Asingledaymademefeeldazed,andIsufferedfromperpetualretchingthemomentItastedwater.AddedtothiswasthefactthatIlayandshiveredallnight,layfullydressedasIstoodandwalkedinthedaytime,laybluewithcold,layandfrozeeverynightwithfitsoficyshivering,andgrewstiffduringmysleep.Theoldblanketcouldnotkeepoutthedraughts,andIwokeinthemorningswithmynosestoppedbythesharpoutsidefrostyairwhichforceditswayintothedilapidatedroom.
IgodownthestreetandthinkoverwhatIamtodotokeepmyselfaliveuntilIgetmynextarticlefinished.IfIonlyhadacandleIwouldtrytofagonthroughthenight;itwouldonlytakeacoupleofhoursifIoncewarmedtomywork,andthentomorrowIcouldcallonthe"commandor.