Голод
Part III
ThenIsay,merelyforthesakeofsayingsomething:
"Iseeit’sdarkupinyourwindows."
"Yes,itis,"sherepliesgaily;"theservanthasaneveningoff,too,soIamallaloneathome."
WebothstandandlookupatthewindowsofNo.2asifneitherofushadseenthembefore.
"Can’twegouptoyourplace,then?"Isay;"Ishallsitdownatthedoorthewholetimeifyoulike."
ButthenItrembledwithemotion,andregrettedgreatlythatIhadperhapsbeentooforward.Supposingsheweretogetangry,andleaveme.SupposeIwerenevertoseeheragain.Ah,thatmiserableattireofmine!Iwaiteddespairinglyforherreply.
"Youshallcertainlynotsitdownbythedoor,"shesays.Shesaysitrightdowntenderly,andsaysaccuratelythesewords:"Youshallcertainlynotsitdownbythedoor."
Wewentup.
Outonthelobby,whereitwasdark,shetookholdofmyhand,andledmeon.Therewasnonecessityformybeingsoquiet,shesaid,Icouldverywelltalk.Weentered.Whilstshelitthecandle—itwasnotalampshelit,butacandle—whilstshelitthecandle,shesaid,withalittlelaugh:
"Butnowyoumustn’tlookatme.Ugh!Iamsoashamed,butIwillneverdoitagain."
"Whatwillyouneverdoagain?"
"Iwillnever...ugh...no...goodgracious...
