Голод
Part I
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Iamsodelighted,becauseinthatcasehehasnotrejectedit,thatIanswer:
"Oh,pray,sir,don’tmentionit.Iquiteunderstand—thereisnohurry;inafewdays,perhaps—"
"Yes,Ishallsee;besides,Ihaveyouraddress."
IforgottoinformhimthatInolongerhadanaddress,andtheinterviewisover.Ibowmyselfout,andleave.Hopeflamesupagaininme;asyet,nothingislost—onthecontrary,Imight,forthatmatter,yetwinall.AndmybrainbegantospinaromanceaboutagreatcouncilinHeaven,inwhichithadjustbeenresolvedthatIshouldwin—ay,triumphantlywintenshillingsforastory.
IfIonlyhadsomeplaceinwhichtotakerefugeforthenight!IconsiderwhereIcanstowmyselfaway,andamsoabsorbedinthisquerythatIcometoastandstillinthemiddleofthestreet.IforgetwhereIam,andposelikeasolitarybeacononarockinmid-sea,whilstthetidesrushandroaraboutit.
AnewspaperboyoffersmeTheViking.
"It’srealgoodvalue,sir!"
Ilookupandstart;IamoutsideSemb’sshopagain.Iquicklyturntotheright-about,holdingtheparcelinfrontofme,andhurrydownKirkegaden,ashamedandafraidthatanyonemighthaveseenmefromthewindow.IpassbyIngebret’sandthetheatre,turnroundbythebox-office,andgotowardsthesea,nearthefortress.Ifindaseatoncemore,andbegintoconsiderafresh.
