Голод
Part III
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Igotthebone,acapitallittlebone,onwhichtherestillremainedamorselofmeat,andhiditundermycoat.Ithankedthemansoheartilythathelookedatmeinamazement.
"Oh,noneedofthanks,"saidhe.
"Ohyes;don’tsaythat,"Imumbled;"itiskindlydoneofyou,"andIascendedthestepsagain.
Myheartwasthrobbingviolentlyinmybreast.Isneakedintooneofthepassages,wheretheforgesare,asfarinasIcouldgo,andstoppedoutsideadilapidateddoorleadingtoaback-yard.Therewasnolighttobeseenanywhere,onlyblesseddarknessallaroundme;andIbegantognawatthebone.
Ithadnotaste;aranksmellofbloodoozedfromit,andIwasforcedtovomitalmostimmediately.Itriedanew.IfIcouldonlykeepitdown,itwould,inspiteofall,havesomeeffect.Itwassimplyamatterofforcingittoremaindownthere.ButIvomitedagain.Igrewwild,bitangrilyintothemeat,toreoffamorsel,andgulpeditdownbysheerstrengthofwill;andyetitwasofnouse.Justassoonasthelittlefragmentsofmeatbecamewarminmystomachuptheycameagain,worseluck.Iclenchedmyhandsinfrenzy,burstintotearsfromsheerhelplessness,andgnawedawayasonepossessed.Icried,sothatthebonegotwetanddirtywithmytears,vomited,cursedandgroanedagain,criedasifmyheartwouldbreak,andvomitedanew.Iconsignedallthepowersthatbetothelowermosttortureintheloudestvoice.
