Голод

           Myfirstfeelingwasofstupidamazementatfindingmyselfintheopenair;butthiswasquicklyreplacedbyabitterdespondency,Iwasnearcryingwithsorrowatbeingstillalive.IthadrainedwhilstIslept,andmyclothesweresoakedthroughandthrough,andIfeltadampcoldinmylimbs.

           Thedarknesswasdenser;itwaswithdifficultythatIcoulddistinguishthepoliceman’sfaceinfrontofme.

           "So,that’sright,"hesaid;"getupnow."

           Igotupatonce;ifhehadcommandedmetoliedownagainIwouldhaveobeyedtoo.Iwasfearfullydejected,andutterlywithoutstrength;addedtothat,Iwasalmostinstantlyawareofthepangsofhungeragain.

           "Holdonthere!"thepolicemanshoutedafterme;"why,you’rewalkingoffwithoutyourhat,youJuggins!So—hthere;now,goon."

           "Iindeedthoughttherewassomething—somethingIhadforgotten,"Istammered,absently."Thanks,good-night!"andIstumbledaway.

           Ifoneonlyhadalittlebreadtoeat;oneofthosedeliciouslittlebrownloavesthatonecouldbiteintoasonewalkedalongthestreet;andasIwentonIthoughtovertheparticularsortofbrownbreadthatwouldbesounspeakablygoodtomunch.Iwasbitterlyhungry;wishedmyselfdeadandburied;Igotmaudlin,andwept.

           Thereneverwasanyendtomymisery.SuddenlyIstoppedinthestreet,stampedonthepavement,andcursedloudly.