Голод
Part I
Thatreluctantturningfromthewindow,theaccentuationinthatmovementoftheshoulderswaslikeanodtome.Mybloodwassensibleofallthedelicate,daintygreeting,andIfeltallatoncerarelyglad.ThenIwheeledroundandwentdownthestreet.
Idarednotlookback,andknewnotifshehadreturnedtothewindow.ThemoreIconsideredthisquestionthemorenervousandrestlessIbecame.Probablyatthisverymomentshewasstandingwatchingcloselyallmymovements.Itisbynomeanscomfortabletoknowthatyouarebeingwatchedfrombehindyourback.IpulledmyselftogetheraswellasIcouldandproceededonmyway;mylegsbegantojerkunderme,mygaitbecameunsteadyjustbecauseIpurposelytriedtomakeitlookwell.Inordertoappearateaseandindifferent,Iflungmyarmsabout,spatout,andthrewmyheadwellback—allwithoutavail,forIcontinuallyfeltthepursuingeyesonmyneck,andacoldshiverrandownmyback.AtlengthIescapeddownasidestreet,fromwhichItooktheroadtoPyleStreettogetmypencil.
Ihadnodifficultyinrecoveringit;themanbroughtmethewaistcoathimself,andashedidso,beggedmetosearchthroughallthepockets.Ifoundalsoacoupleofpawn-ticketswhichIpocketedasIthankedtheobliginglittlemanforhiscivility.Iwasmoreandmoretakenwithhim,andgrewallofasuddenextremelyanxioustomakeafavourableimpressiononthisperson.ItookaturntowardsthedoorandthenbackagaintothecounterasifIhadforgottensomething.
