Викрадений
Chapter 30
Neitheroneofuslookedtheotherintheface,norsolongashewasinmyviewdidItakeonebackglanceatthefriendIwasleaving.ButasIwentonmywaytothecity,Ifeltsolostandlonesome,thatIcouldhavefounditinmyhearttositdownbythedyke,andcryandweeplikeanybaby.
ItwascomingnearnoonwhenIpassedinbytheWestKirkandtheGrassmarketintothestreetsofthecapital.Thehugeheightofthebuildings,runninguptotenandfifteenstoreys,thenarrowarchedentriesthatcontinuallyvomitedpassengers,thewaresofthemerchantsintheirwindows,thehubbubandendlessstir,thefoulsmellsandthefineclothes,andahundredotherparticularstoosmalltomention,struckmeintoakindofstuporofsurprise,sothatIletthecrowdcarrymetoandfro;andyetallthetimewhatIwasthinkingofwasAlanatRest-and-be-Thankful;andallthetime(althoughyouwouldthinkIwouldnotchoosebutbedelightedwiththesebrawsandnovelties)therewasacoldgnawinginmyinsidelikearemorseforsomethingwrong.
ThehandofProvidencebroughtmeinmydriftingtotheverydoorsoftheBritishLinenCompany’sbank.
