Голод
Part II
Whatwasithecalledme?A"Juggins"?Iwouldjustshowhimwhatcallingmea"Juggins"means.Iturnedroundandranback.Ifeltred-hotwithanger.DownthestreetIstumbled,andfell,butIpaidnoheedtoit,jumpedupagain,andranon.ButbythetimeIreachedtherailwaystationIhadbecomesotiredthatIdidnotfeelabletoproceedallthewaytothelanding-stage;besides,myangerhadcooleddownwiththerun.AtlengthIpulledupanddrewbreath.Wasitnot,afterall,amatterofperfectindifferencetomewhatsuchapolicemansaid?Yes;butonecouldn’tstandeverything.Rightenough,Iinterruptedmyself;butheknewnobetter.AndIfoundthisargumentsatisfactory.Irepeatedtwicetomyself,"Heknewnobetter";andwiththatIreturnedagain.
"GoodLord!"thoughtI,wrathfully,"whatthingsyoudotakeintoyourhead:runningaboutlikeamadmanthroughthesoakingwetstreetsondarknights."Myhungerwasnowtormentingmeexcruciatingly,andgavemenorest.AgainandagainIswallowedsalivatotryandsatisfymyselfalittle;Ifanciedithelped.
Ihadbeenpinched,too,forfoodforeversomanyweeksbeforethislastperiodsetin,andmystrengthhaddiminishedconsiderablyoflate.WhenIhadbeenluckyenoughtoraisefiveshillingsbysomemanoeuvreoranothertheyonlylastedanytimewithdifficulty;notlongenoughformetoberestoredtohealthbeforeanewhungerperiodsetinandreducedmeagain.Mybackandshoulderscausedmetheworsttrouble.
