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           NotevenwhenIwasoutsidethedoor,andfeltoncemorethepangsofhunger,didIrepenthavinglefttheofficewithouthavingaskedforthatshilling.Itooktheothershavingoutofmypocketandstuckitintomymouth.Ithelped.Whyhadn’tIdonesobefore?"Yououghttobeashamedofyourself,"Isaidaloud."Coulditreallyhaveenteredyourheadtoaskthemanforashillingandputhimtoinconvenienceagain?"andIgotdownrightangrywithmyselffortheeffronteryofwhichIhadalmostbeenguilty."Thatis,byGod!theshabbiestthingIeverheard,"saidI,"torushatamanandnearlyteartheeyesoutofhisheadjustbecauseyouhappentoneedashilling,youmiserabledog!So—o,march!quicker!quicker!youbigthumpinglout;I’llteachyou."Icommencedtoruntopunishmyself,leftonestreetaftertheotherbehindmeatabound,goadedmyselfonwithsuppressedcries,andshriekeddumblyandfuriouslyatmyselfwheneverIwasabouttohalt.ThusIarrivedalongwayupPyleStreet,whenatlastIstoodstill,almostreadytocrywithvexationatnotbeingabletorunanyfarther.Iwastremblingovermywholebody,andIflungmyselfdownonastep."No;stop!"Isaid,and,inordertotorturemyselfrightly,Iaroseagain,andforcedmyselftokeepstanding.Ijeeredatmyselfandhuggedmyselfwithpleasureatthespectacleofmyownexhaustion.Atlength,afterthelapseofafewmoments,Igavemyself,withanod,permissiontobeseated,though,eventhen,Ichosethemostuncomfortableplaceonthesteps.