Голод
Part III
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Shelookedatme."Areyou?"shequeried.
"Yes,worseluck,Iam."
Afteraninterval.
"Well,gracious,soamI,too,"shesaid,withacheerfulmovementofherhead.
Everyoneofherwordsintoxicatedme,fellonmyheartlikedropsofwine.Sheenchantedmewiththetrickshehadofputtingherheadalittleononeside,andlisteningwhenIsaidanything,andIcouldfeelherbreathbrushmyface.
"Doyouknow,"Isaid,"that...but,now,youmustn’tgetangry—whenIwenttobedlastnightIsettledthisarmforyou...so...asifyoulayonit...andthenIwenttosleep."
"Didyou?Thatwaslovely!"Apause."Butofcourseitcouldonlybefromadistancethatyouwouldventuretodosuchathing,forotherwise...."
"Don’tyoubelieveIcoulddoitotherwise?"
"No,Idon’tbelieveit."
"Ah,frommeyoumayexpecteverything,"Isaid,andIputmyarmaroundherwaist.
"CanI?"wasallshesaid.
Itannoyedme,almostwoundedme,thatsheshouldlookuponmeasbeingsoutterlyinoffensive.Ibracedmyselfup,steeledmyheart,andseizedherhand;butshewithdrewitsoftly,andmovedalittleawayfromme.Thatjustputanendtomycourageagain;Ifeltashamed,andlookedoutthroughthewindow.Iwas,inspiteofall,infartoowretchedacondition;Imust,aboveall,nottrytoimaginemyselfanyoneinparticular.
