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"'
Come
--
I
carried
it
off
pretty
well
,
"
he
said
,
wheeling
suddenly
.
"
Something
's
paid
off
--
not
much
.
I
wonder
what
's
to
come
.
"
His
face
did
not
show
any
emotion
,
only
it
appeared
a
little
darkened
and
swollen
,
as
though
he
had
been
holding
his
breath
.
He
smiled
reluctantly
as
it
were
,
and
went
on
while
I
gazed
up
at
him
mutely
...
"
Thank
you
,
though
--
your
room
--
jolly
convenient
--
for
a
chap
--
badly
hipped
.
"
...
The
rain
pattered
and
swished
in
the
garden
;
a
water-pipe
(
it
must
have
had
a
hole
in
it
)
performed
just
outside
the
window
a
parody
of
blubbering
woe
with
funny
sobs
and
gurgling
lamentations
,
interrupted
by
jerky
spasms
of
silence
...
"
A
bit
of
shelter
,
"
he
mumbled
and
ceased
.
'
A
flash
of
faded
lightning
darted
in
through
the
black
framework
of
the
windows
and
ebbed
out
without
any
noise
.
I
was
thinking
how
I
had
best
approach
him
(
I
did
not
want
to
be
flung
off
again
)
when
he
gave
a
little
laugh
.
"
No
better
than
a
vagabond
now
"
...
the
end
of
the
cigarette
smouldered
between
his
fingers
...
"
without
a
single
--
single
,
"
he
pronounced
slowly
;
"
and
yet
...
"
He
paused
;
the
rain
fell
with
redoubled
violence
.
"
Some
day
one
's
bound
to
come
upon
some
sort
of
chance
to
get
it
all
back
again
.
Must
!
"
he
whispered
distinctly
,
glaring
at
my
boots
.
'
I
did
not
even
know
what
it
was
he
wished
so
much
to
regain
,
what
it
was
he
had
so
terribly
missed
.
It
might
have
been
so
much
that
it
was
impossible
to
say
.
A
piece
of
ass
's
skin
,
according
to
Chester
...
He
looked
up
at
me
inquisitively
.
"
Perhaps
.
If
life
's
long
enough
,
"
I
muttered
through
my
teeth
with
unreasonable
animosity
.
"
Do
n't
reckon
too
much
on
it
.
"
"'
Jove
!
I
feel
as
if
nothing
could
ever
touch
me
,
"
he
said
in
a
tone
of
sombre
conviction
.
"
If
this
business
could
n't
knock
me
over
,
then
there
's
no
fear
of
there
being
not
enough
time
to
--
climb
out
,
and
...
"
He
looked
upwards
.
'
It
struck
me
that
it
is
from
such
as
he
that
the
great
army
of
waifs
and
strays
is
recruited
,
the
army
that
marches
down
,
down
into
all
the
gutters
of
the
earth
.
As
soon
as
he
left
my
room
,
that
"
bit
of
shelter
,
"
he
would
take
his
place
in
the
ranks
,
and
begin
the
journey
towards
the
bottomless
pit
.
I
at
least
had
no
illusions
;
but
it
was
I
,
too
,
who
a
moment
ago
had
been
so
sure
of
the
power
of
words
,
and
now
was
afraid
to
speak
,
in
the
same
way
one
dares
not
move
for
fear
of
losing
a
slippery
hold
.
It
is
when
we
try
to
grapple
with
another
man
's
intimate
need
that
we
perceive
how
incomprehensible
,
wavering
,
and
misty
are
the
beings
that
share
with
us
the
sight
of
the
stars
and
the
warmth
of
the
sun
.
It
is
as
if
loneliness
were
a
hard
and
absolute
condition
of
existence
;
the
envelope
of
flesh
and
blood
on
which
our
eyes
are
fixed
melts
before
the
outstretched
hand
,
and
there
remains
only
the
capricious
,
unconsolable
,
and
elusive
spirit
that
no
eye
can
follow
,
no
hand
can
grasp
.
It
was
the
fear
of
losing
him
that
kept
me
silent
,
for
it
was
borne
upon
me
suddenly
and
with
unaccountable
force
that
should
I
let
him
slip
away
into
the
darkness
I
would
never
forgive
myself
.
"'
Well
.
Thanks
--
once
more
.
You
've
been
--
er
--
uncommonly
--
really
there
's
no
word
to
...
Uncommonly
!
I
do
n't
know
why
,
I
am
sure
.
I
am
afraid
I
do
n't
feel
as
grateful
as
I
would
if
the
whole
thing
had
n't
been
so
brutally
sprung
on
me
.
Because
at
bottom
...
you
,
yourself
...
"
He
stuttered
.
"'
Possibly
,
"
I
struck
in
.
He
frowned
.
"'
All
the
same
,
one
is
responsible
.
"
He
watched
me
like
a
hawk
.
