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She
still
bustled
about
the
room
.
"
For
that
matter
,
I
may
as
well
just
tell
you
that
I
ca
n't
afford
to
give
people
credit
for
their
board
and
lodging
,
"
said
she
,
"
and
I
told
you
that
before
,
too
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
,
my
dear
woman
,
it
is
only
for
these
few
days
,
until
I
get
my
article
finished
,
"
I
answered
,
"
and
I
will
willingly
give
you
an
extra
five
shillings
--
willingly
.
"
But
she
had
evidently
no
faith
in
my
article
,
I
could
see
that
;
and
I
could
not
afford
to
be
proud
,
and
leave
the
house
,
just
for
a
slight
mortification
;
I
knew
what
awaited
me
if
I
went
out
.
A
few
days
passed
over
.
I
still
associated
with
the
family
below
,
for
it
was
too
cold
in
the
ante
-
room
where
there
was
no
stove
.
I
slept
,
too
,
at
night
on
the
floor
of
the
room
.
The
strange
sailor
continued
to
lodge
in
my
room
,
and
did
not
seem
like
moving
very
quickly
.
At
noon
,
too
,
my
landlady
came
in
and
related
how
he
had
paid
her
a
month
in
advance
,
and
besides
,
he
was
going
to
take
his
first-mate
's
examination
before
leaving
,
that
was
why
he
was
staying
in
town
.
I
stood
and
listened
to
this
,
and
understood
that
my
room
was
lost
to
me
for
ever
.
I
went
out
to
the
ante-room
,
and
sat
down
.
If
I
were
lucky
enough
to
get
anything
written
,
it
would
have
perforce
to
be
here
where
it
was
quiet
.
It
was
no
longer
the
allegory
that
occupied
me
;
I
had
got
a
new
idea
,
a
perfectly
splendid
plot
;
I
would
compose
a
one-act
drama
--
"
The
Sign
of
the
Cross
.
"
Subject
taken
from
the
Middle
Ages
.
I
had
especially
thought
out
everything
in
connection
with
the
principal
characters
:
a
magnificently
fanatical
harlot
who
had
sinned
in
the
temple
,
not
from
weakness
or
desire
,
but
for
hate
against
heaven
;
sinner
right
at
the
foot
of
the
altar
,
with
the
altar-cloth
under
her
head
,
just
out
of
delicious
contempt
for
heaven
.
I
grew
more
and
more
obsessed
by
this
creation
as
the
hours
went
on
.
She
stood
at
last
,
palpably
,
vividly
embodied
before
my
eyes
,
and
was
exactly
as
I
wished
her
to
appear
.
Her
body
was
to
be
deformed
and
repulsive
,
tall
,
very
lean
,
and
rather
dark
;
and
when
she
walked
,
her
long
limbs
should
gleam
through
her
draperies
at
every
stride
she
took
.
She
was
also
to
have
large
outstanding
ears
.
Curtly
,
she
was
nothing
for
the
eye
to
dwell
upon
,
barely
endurable
to
look
at
.
What
interested
me
in
her
was
her
wonderful
shamelessness
,
the
desperately
full
measure
of
calculated
sin
which
she
had
committed
.
She
really
occupied
me
too
much
,
my
brain
was
absolutely
inflated
by
this
singular
monstrosity
of
a
creature
,
and
I
worked
for
two
hours
,
without
a
pause
,
at
my
drama
.
