Голод
Part IV
Hehadturnedroundtowardsthewindowwhenthemanspatdownonhim,andhehadjustlookeduptoseeifIwaslaughingathim.GodknowsifIshouldmeethimnow,evenifIwentdownthatway.
IexertedmyselfgreatlytotryandreachVognmandsgade,passedquicklybythespotwhereIhadtornmydramaintotatters,andwheresomescrapsofpapersstilllayabout;avoidedthepolicemanwhomIhadamazedbymybehaviour,andreachedthestepsuponwhichtheladdiehadbeensitting.
Hewasnotthere.Thestreetwasalmostdeserted—duskwasgatheringin,andIcouldnotseehimanywhere.Perhapshehadgonein.Ilaidthecakedown,stoodituprightagainstthedoor,knockedhard,andhurriedawaydirectly.Heissuretofindit,Isaidtomyself;thefirstthinghewilldowhenhecomesoutwillbetofindit.Andmyeyesgrewmoistwithpleasureatthethoughtofthelittlechapfindingthecake.
Ireachedtheterminusagain.
NowInolongerfelthungry,onlythesweetstuffIhadeatenbegantocausemediscomfort.Thewildestthoughts,toosurgedupanewinmyhead.
SupposingIwereinallsecretnesstocutthehawsermooringoneofthoseships?SupposingIweretosuddenlyyellout"Fire"?Iwalkfartherdownthewharf,findapacking-caseandsituponit,foldmyhands,andamconsciousthatmyheadisgrowingmoreandmoreconfused.Idonotstir;Isimplymakenoeffortwhatevertokeepupanylonger.
