Голод
Part III
Thedock,theclerktakingdowntheevidence,thescratchofhispen—perhapshemighttakeanewonefortheoccasion—hislook,histhreateninglook.There,HerrTangen,tothecell,theeternallydark....
Humph!Iclenchedmyhandstightlytotryandsummoncourage,walkedfasterandfaster,andcametothemarket-place.ThereIsatdown.
Now,nochild’splay.HowinthewideworldcouldanyoneprovethatIhadstolen?Besides,thehuckster’sboydarenotgiveanalarm,evenifitshouldoccurtohimsomedayhowithadallhappened.Hevaluedhissituationfartoodearlyforthat.Nonoise,noscenes,mayIbeg!
Butallthesame,thismoneyweighedinmypocketsinfully,andgavemenopeace.Ibegantoquestionmyself,andIbecameclearlyconvincedthatIhadbeenhappierbefore,duringtheperiodinwhichIhadsufferedinallhonour.AndYlajali?HadI,too,notpollutedherwiththetouchofmysinfulhands?Lord,OLordmyGod,Ylajali!Ifeltasdrunkasabat,jumpedupsuddenly,andwentstraightovertothecakewomanwhowassittingnearthechemist’sunderthesignoftheelephant.Imightevenyetliftmyselfabovedishonour;itwasfarfrombeingtoolate;IwouldshowthewholeworldthatIwascapableofdoingso.
OnthewayoverIgotthemoneyinreadiness,heldeveryfarthingofitinmyhand,bentdownovertheoldwoman’stableasifIwantedsomething,clappedthemoneywithoutfurtheradointoherhands.
