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It
was
as
if
I
had
only
needed
disgrace
of
being
obliged
to
resign
my
room
to
a
stranger
to
be
treated
as
a
man
of
no
account
.
Even
the
servant
,
a
little
,
brown-eyed
,
street-wench
,
with
a
big
fringe
over
her
forehead
,
and
a
perfectly
flat
bosom
,
poked
fun
at
me
in
the
evening
when
I
got
my
ration
of
bread
and
butter
.
She
inquired
perpetually
where
,
then
,
was
I
in
the
habit
of
dining
,
as
she
had
never
seen
me
picking
my
teeth
outside
the
Grand
?
It
was
clear
that
she
was
aware
of
my
wretched
circumstances
,
and
took
a
pleasure
in
letting
me
know
of
it
.
I
fall
suddenly
into
thought
over
all
this
,
and
am
not
able
to
find
a
solitary
speech
for
my
drama
.
Time
upon
time
I
seek
in
vain
;
a
strange
buzzing
begins
inside
my
head
,
and
I
give
it
up
.
I
thrust
the
papers
into
my
pocket
,
and
look
up
.
The
girl
is
sitting
straight
opposite
me
.
I
look
at
her
--
look
at
her
narrow
back
and
drooping
shoulders
,
that
are
not
yet
fully
developed
.
What
business
was
it
of
hers
to
fly
at
me
?
Even
supposing
I
did
come
out
of
the
palace
,
what
then
?
Did
it
harm
her
in
any
way
?
She
had
laughed
insolently
in
the
past
few
days
at
me
,
when
I
was
a
bit
awkward
and
stumbled
on
the
stairs
,
or
caught
fast
on
a
nail
and
tore
my
coat
.
It
was
not
later
than
yesterday
that
she
gathered
up
my
rough
copy
,
that
I
had
thrown
aside
in
the
ante-room
--
stolen
these
rejected
fragments
of
my
drama
,
and
read
them
aloud
in
the
room
here
;
made
fun
of
them
in
every
one
's
hearing
,
just
to
amuse
herself
at
my
expense
.
I
had
never
molested
her
in
any
way
,
and
could
not
recall
that
I
had
ever
asked
her
to
do
me
a
service
.
On
the
contrary
,
I
made
up
my
bed
on
the
floor
in
the
ante-room
myself
,
in
order
not
to
give
her
any
trouble
with
it
.
She
made
fun
of
me
,
too
,
because
my
hair
fell
out
.
Hair
lay
and
floated
about
in
the
basin
I
washed
in
the
mornings
,
and
she
made
merry
over
it
.
Then
my
shoes
,
too
,
had
grown
rather
shabby
of
late
,
particularly
the
one
that
had
been
run
over
by
the
bread-van
,
and
she
found
subject
for
jesting
in
them
.
"
God
bless
you
and
your
shoes
!
"
said
she
,
looking
at
them
;
"
they
are
as
wide
as
a
dog
's
house
.
"
And
she
was
right
;
they
were
trodden
out
.
But
then
I
could
n't
procure
myself
any
others
just
at
present
.
Whilst
I
sit
and
call
all
this
to
mind
,
and
marvel
over
the
evident
malice
of
the
servant
,
the
little
girls
have
begun
to
tease
the
old
man
over
in
the
bed
;
they
are
jumping
around
him
,
fully
bent
on
this
diversion
.
They
both
found
a
straw
,
which
they
poked
into
his
ears
.
I
looked
on
at
this
for
a
while
,
and
refrained
from
interfering
.
The
old
fellow
did
not
move
a
finger
to
defend
himself
;
he
only
looked
at
his
tormentors
with
furious
eyes
each
time
they
prodded
him
,
and
jerked
his
head
to
escape
when
the
straws
were
already
in
his
ears
.
I
got
more
and
more
irritated
at
this
sight
,
and
could
not
keep
my
eyes
away
from
it
.
The
father
looked
up
from
his
cards
,
and
laughed
at
the
youngsters
;
he
also
drew
the
attention
of
his
comrades
at
play
to
what
was
going
on
.
Why
did
n't
the
old
fellow
move
?
Why
did
n't
he
fling
the
children
aside
with
his
arms
?
I
took
a
stride
,
and
approached
the
bed
.
"
Let
them
alone
!
let
them
alone
!
he
is
paralysed
,
"
called
the
landlord
.
And
out
of
fear
to
be
shown
the
door
for
the
night
,
simply
out
of
fear
of
rousing
the
man
's
displeasure
by
interfering
with
this
scene
,
I
stepped
back
silently
to
my
old
place
and
kept
myself
quiet
.
Why
should
I
risk
my
lodging
and
my
portion
of
bread
and
butter
by
poking
my
nose
into
the
family
squabbles
?
No
idiotic
pranks
for
the
sake
of
a
half-dying
old
man
,
and
I
stood
and
felt
as
delightfully
hard
as
a
flint
.
The
little
urchins
did
not
cease
their
plaguing
;
it
amused
them
that
the
old
chap
could
not
hold
his
head
quiet
,
and
they
aimed
at
his
eyes
and
nostrils
.
He
stared
at
them
with
a
ludicrous
expression
;
he
said
nothing
,
and
could
not
stir
his
arms
.
Suddenly
he
raised
the
upper
part
of
his
body
a
little
and
spat
in
the
face
of
one
of
the
little
girls
,
drew
himself
up
again
and
spat
at
the
other
,
but
did
not
reach
her
.
I
stood
and
looked
on
,
saw
that
the
landlord
flung
the
cards
on
the
table
at
which
he
sat
,
and
sprang
over
towards
the
bed
.
His
face
was
flushed
,
and
he
shouted
:
"
Will
you
sit
and
spit
right
into
people
's
eyes
,
you
old
boar
?
"
"
But
,
good
Lord
,
he
got
no
peace
from
them
!
"
I
cried
,
beside
myself
.
