Голод

           Imadenouseofthetobacco;Iputitintomypocket.Hestillkepthiseyeonme—perhapsIhadarousedhissuspicionsinsomeotherwayoranother.WhetherIstoodstillorwalkedon,Ifelthissuspiciouslookfollowingme.Ihadnomindtobepersecutedbythiscreature.Iturnround,and,draggingmyselfbacktohim,say:

           "Binder"—onlythisoneword,"Binder!"nomore.IlookedfixedlyathimasIsayit,indeedIwasconsciousofstaringfearfullyathim.ItwasasifIsawhimwithmyentirebodyinsteadofonlywithmyeyes.IstareforawhileafterIgiveutterancetothisword,andthenIjogalongagaintotherailwaysquare.Themandoesnotutterasyllable,heonlykeepshisgazefixeduponme.

           "Binder!"Istoodsuddenlystill.Yes,wasn’tthatjustwhatIhadafeelingofthemomentImettheoldchap;afeelingthatIhadmethimbefore!OnebrightmorningupinGraendsen,whenIpawnedmywaistcoat.Itseemedtomeaneternitysincethatday.

           WhilstIstandandponderoverthis,IleanandsupportmyselfagainstahousewallatthecorneroftherailwaysquareandHarbourStreet.Suddenly,Istartquicklyandmakeanefforttocrawlaway.AsIdonotsucceedinit,Istarecase-hardenedaheadofmeandflingallshametothewinds.Thereisnohelpforit.Iamstandingfacetofacewiththe"Commandor."Igetdevil-may-care—brazen.Itakeyetastepfartherfromthewallinordertomakehimnoticeme.