Голод
Part I
Butmynotionaboutthenewspaperhaddrivenmetomywit’send;Iresolvedtoclearthethingup,atnomatterwhatcost.
"Whenyoucannotreadthepaper,why—"
"InNo.2,Ithinkyousaid,"continuedtheman,withoutnoticingmydisturbance."TherewasatimeIkneweverypersoninNo.2;whatisyourlandlord’sname?"
Iquicklyfoundanametogetridofhim;inventedoneonthespurofthemoment,andblurteditouttostopmytormentor.
"Happolati!"saidI.
"Happolati,ay!"noddedtheman;andhenevermissedasyllableofthisdifficultname.
Ilookedathimwithamazement;therehesat,gravely,withaconsideringair.BeforeIhadwellgivenutterancetothestupidnamewhichjumpedintomyheadthemanhadaccommodatedhimselftoit,andpretendedtohavehearditbefore.
Inthemeantime,hehadlaidhispackageontheseat,andIfeltmycuriosityquiverthroughmynerves.Inoticedtherewereafewgreasespotsonthepaper.
"Isn’theasea-faringman,yourlandlord?"queriedhe,andtherewasnotatraceofsuppressedironyinhisvoice;"Iseemtorememberhewas."
"Sea-faringman?Excuseme,itmustbethebrotheryouknow;thismanisnamelyJ.A.Happolati,theagent."
Ithoughtthiswouldfinishhim;buthewillinglyfellinwitheverythingIsaid.IfIhadfoundanamelikeBarrabasRosebuditwouldnothaverousedhissuspicions.
