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But
all
the
time
I
stood
in
fear
of
being
turned
out
,
and
I
certainly
did
not
utter
my
protest
with
any
particular
force
;
I
only
trembled
over
my
whole
body
with
irritation
.
He
turned
towards
me
,
and
said
:
"
Eh
,
listen
to
him
,
then
.
What
the
devil
is
it
to
you
?
You
just
keep
your
tongue
in
your
jaw
,
you
--
just
mark
what
I
tell
you
,
'
twill
serve
you
best
.
"
But
now
the
wife
's
voice
made
itself
heard
,
and
the
house
was
filled
with
scolding
and
railing
.
"
May
God
help
me
,
but
I
think
you
are
mad
or
possessed
,
the
whole
pack
of
you
!
"
she
shrieked
.
"
If
you
want
to
stay
in
here
you
'll
have
to
be
quiet
,
both
of
you
!
Humph
!
it
is
n't
enough
that
one
is
to
keep
open
house
and
food
for
vermin
,
but
one
is
to
have
sparring
and
rowing
and
the
devil
's
own
to-do
in
the
sitting-room
as
well
.
But
I
wo
n't
have
any
more
of
it
,
not
if
I
know
it
.
Sh
--
h
!
Hold
your
tongues
,
you
brats
there
,
and
wipe
your
noses
,
too
;
if
you
do
n't
,
I
'll
come
and
do
it
.
I
never
saw
the
like
of
such
people
.
Here
they
walk
in
out
of
the
street
,
without
even
a
penny
to
buy
flea-powder
,
and
begin
to
kick
up
rows
in
the
middle
of
the
night
and
quarrel
with
the
people
who
own
the
house
,
I
do
n't
mean
to
have
any
more
of
it
,
do
you
understand
that
?
and
you
can
go
your
way
,
every
one
who
does
n't
belong
home
here
.
I
am
going
to
have
peace
in
my
own
quarters
,
I
am
.
"
I
said
nothing
,
I
never
opened
my
mouth
once
.
I
sat
down
again
next
the
door
and
listened
to
the
noise
.
They
all
screamed
together
,
even
the
children
,
and
the
girl
who
wanted
to
explain
how
the
whole
disturbance
commenced
.
If
I
only
kept
quiet
it
would
all
blow
over
sometime
;
it
would
surely
not
come
to
the
worst
if
I
only
did
not
utter
a
word
;
and
what
word
after
all
could
I
have
to
say
?
Was
it
not
perhaps
winter
outside
,
and
far
advanced
into
the
night
,
besides
?
Was
that
a
time
to
strike
a
blow
,
and
show
one
could
hold
one
's
own
?
No
folly
now
!
...
So
I
sat
still
and
made
no
attempt
to
leave
the
house
;
I
never
even
blushed
at
keeping
silent
,
never
felt
ashamed
,
although
I
had
almost
been
shown
the
door
.
I
stared
coolly
,
case-hardened
,
at
the
wall
where
Christ
hung
in
an
oleograph
,
and
held
my
tongue
obstinately
during
all
the
landlady
's
attack
.
"
Well
,
if
it
is
me
you
want
to
get
quit
of
,
ma'am
,
there
will
be
nothing
in
the
way
as
far
as
I
am
concerned
,
"
said
one
of
the
card-players
as
he
stood
up
.
The
other
card-players
rose
as
well
.
"
No
,
I
did
n't
mean
you
--
nor
you
either
,
"
replied
the
landlady
to
them
.
"
If
there
's
any
need
to
,
I
will
show
well
enough
who
I
mean
,
if
there
's
the
least
need
to
,
if
I
know
myself
rightly
.
Oh
,
it
will
be
shown
quick
enough
who
it
is
...
.
"
She
talked
with
pauses
,
gave
me
these
thrusts
at
short
intervals
,
and
spun
it
out
to
make
it
clearer
and
clearer
that
it
was
me
she
meant
.
"
Quiet
,
"
said
I
to
myself
;
"
only
keep
quiet
!
"
She
had
not
asked
me
to
go
--
not
expressly
,
not
in
plain
words
.
Just
no
putting
on
side
on
my
part
--
no
untimely
pride
!
Brave
it
out
!
...
That
was
really
most
singular
green
hair
on
that
Christ
in
the
oleograph
.
It
was
not
too
unlike
green
grass
,
or
expressed
with
exquisite
exactitude
thick
meadow
grass
.
Ha
!
a
perfectly
correct
remark
--
unusually
thick
meadow
grass
...
.
A
train
of
fleeting
ideas
darts
at
this
moment
through
my
head
.
From
green
grass
to
the
text
,
Each
life
is
like
unto
grass
that
is
kindled
;
from
that
to
the
Day
of
Judgment
,
when
all
will
be
consumed
;
then
a
little
detour
down
to
the
earthquake
in
Lisbon
,
about
which
something
floated
before
me
in
reference
to
a
brass
Spanish
spittoon
and
an
ebony
pen
handle
that
I
had
seen
down
at
Ylajali
's
.
Ah
,
yes
,
all
was
transitory
,
just
like
grass
that
was
kindled
.
It
all
ended
in
four
planks
and
a
winding-sheet
.
"
Winding-sheets
to
be
had
from
Miss
Andersen
's
,
on
the
right
of
the
door
...
.
"
And
all
this
was
tossed
about
in
my
head
during
the
despairing
moment
when
my
landlady
was
about
to
thrust
me
from
her
door
.
