Голод
Part III
ItoldheralsothatIhadstolenfiveshillingsoneevening.
Shesatandlistened,withopenmouth,pale,frightened,hershiningeyescompletelybewildered.Idesiredtomakeitgoodagain,todispersethesadimpressionIhadmade,andIpulledmyselfup.
"Well,itisallovernow!"Isaid;"therecanbenotalkofsuchathinghappeningagain;Iamsavednow...."
Butshewasmuchdispirited."TheLordpreserveme!"wasallshesaid,thenkeptsilent.Sherepeatedthisatshortintervals,andkeptsilentaftereach"theLordpreserveme."
Ibegantojest,caughtholdofher,triedtotickleher,liftedheruptomybreast.Iwasirritatednotalittle—indeed,downrighthurt.WasImoreunworthyinhereyesnow,thanifIhadmyselfbeeninstrumentalincausingthefallingoutofmyhair?WouldshehavethoughtmoreofmeifIhadmademyselfouttobearoué?...Nononsensenow;...itwasjustamatterofgoingatit;andifitwasonlyjustamatterofgoingatit,so,bytheliving...
"No;...whatdoyouwant?"shequeried,andsheaddedthesedistressingwords,"Ican’tbesurethatyouarenotinsane!"
Icheckedmyselfinvoluntarily,andIsaid:"Youdon’tmeanthat!"
"Indeed,GodknowsIdo!youlooksostrangely.Andtheforenoonyoufollowedme—afterall,youweren’ttipsythattime?"
"No;butIwasn’thungrythen,either;Ihadjusteaten....
