Голод
Part III
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IgowithoutfurtheradointotheOplandCafeandlookformyyoungacquaintanceinthebank,inordertoprocureapennyforacandle.Ipassedunhinderedthroughalltherooms;Ipassedadozentablesatwhichmensatchatting,eating,anddrinking;Ipassedintothebackofthecafe,ay,evenintotheredalcove,withoutsucceedinginfindingmyman.
CrestfallenandannoyedIdraggedmyselfoutagainintothestreetandtookthedirectiontothePalace.
Wasn’titnowtheveryhottesteternaldevilexistingtothinkthatmyhardshipsneverwouldcometoanend!Takinglong,furiousstrides,withthecollarofmycoathunchedsavagelyuproundmyears,andmyhandsthrustinmybreechespockets,Istrodealong,cursingmyunluckystarsthewholeway.Notonerealuntroubledhourinsevenoreightmonths,notthecommonfoodnecessarytoholdbodyandsoultogetherforthespaceofoneshortweek,beforewantstaredmeinthefaceagain.HereIhad,intothebargain,goneandkeptstraightandhonourableallthroughmymisery—Ha!ha!straightandhonourabletotheheart’score.Godpreserveme,whatafoolIhadbeen!AndIcommencedtotellmyselfhowIhadevengoneaboutconscience-strickenbecauseIhadoncebroughtHansPauli’sblankettothepawn-broker’s.Ilaughedsarcasticallyatmydelicaterectitude,spatcontemptuouslyinthestreet,andcouldnotfindwordshalfstrongenoughtomockmyselfformystupidity.
