Голод
Part III
itwasratherdarktogohomenow,andshewasrathernervousaboutgoingupCarlJohannafteritgotsolate.
Wemovedon;shewalkedatmyrightside.Astrange,beautifulfeelingempoweredme;thecertaintyofbeingnearayounggirl.Ilookedatherthewholewayalong.Thescentofherhair;thewarmththatirradiatedfromherbody;theperfumeofwomanthataccompaniedher;thesweetbreatheverytimesheturnedherfacetowardsme—everythingpenetratedinanungovernablewaythroughallmysenses.Sofar,Ijustcaughtaglimpseofafull,ratherpale,facebehindtheveil,andahighbosomthatcurvedoutagainsthercape.ThethoughtofallthehiddenbeautywhichIsurmisedlayshelteredunderthecloakandveilbewilderedme,makingmeidioticallyhappywithoutanyreasonablegrounds.Icouldnotendureitanylonger;Itouchedherwithmyhand,passedmyfingersoverhershoulder,andsmiledimbecilely.
"Howqueeryouare,"saidI.
"AmI,really;inwhatway?"
Well,inthefirstplace,simply,shehadahabitofstandingoutsideastabledoor,eveningafterevening,withoutanyobjectwhatever,justforawhim’ssake....
Oh,well,shemighthaveherreasonfordoingso;besides,shelikedstayinguplateatnight;itwasathingshehadalwayshadagreatfancyfor.DidIcareaboutgoingtobedbeforetwelve?
I?IftherewasanythingintheworldIhateditwastogotobedbeforetwelveo’clockatnight.
