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There
would
perhaps
be
some
way
of
finding
a
shelter
tomorrow
,
if
I
tried
hard
for
it
.
I
would
surely
be
able
to
find
some
hiding-place
.
For
the
time
being
I
would
rejoice
that
I
was
not
obliged
to
go
out
tonight
.
I
slept
till
between
five
and
six
in
the
morning
--
it
was
not
yet
light
when
I
awoke
--
but
all
the
same
I
got
up
at
once
.
I
had
lain
in
all
my
clothes
on
account
of
the
cold
,
and
had
no
dressing
to
do
.
When
I
had
drunk
a
little
cold
water
and
opened
the
door
quietly
,
I
went
out
directly
,
for
I
was
afraid
to
face
my
landlady
again
.
A
couple
of
policemen
who
had
been
on
watch
all
night
were
the
only
living
beings
I
saw
in
the
street
.
A
while
after
,
some
men
began
to
extinguish
the
lamps
.
I
wandered
about
without
aim
or
end
,
reached
Kirkegaden
and
the
road
down
towards
the
fortress
.
Cold
and
still
sleepy
,
weak
in
the
knees
and
back
after
my
long
walk
,
and
very
hungry
,
I
sat
down
on
a
seat
and
dozed
for
a
long
time
.
For
three
weeks
I
had
lived
exclusively
on
the
bread
and
butter
that
my
landlady
had
given
me
morning
and
evening
.
Now
it
was
twenty-four
hours
since
I
had
had
my
last
meal
.
Hunger
began
to
gnaw
badly
at
me
again
;
I
must
seek
a
help
for
it
right
quickly
.
With
this
thought
I
fell
asleep
again
upon
the
seat
...
.
I
was
aroused
by
the
sound
of
people
speaking
near
me
,
and
when
I
had
collected
myself
a
little
I
saw
that
it
was
broad
day
,
and
that
every
one
was
up
and
about
.
I
got
up
and
walked
away
.
The
sun
burst
over
the
heights
,
the
sky
was
pale
and
tender
,
and
in
my
delight
over
the
lovely
morning
,
after
the
many
dark
gloomy
weeks
,
I
forgot
all
cares
,
and
it
seemed
to
me
as
if
I
had
fared
worse
on
other
occasions
.
I
clapped
myself
on
the
chest
and
sang
a
little
snatch
for
myself
.
My
voice
sounded
so
wretched
,
downright
exhausted
it
sounded
,
and
I
moved
myself
to
tears
with
it
.
This
magnificent
day
,
the
white
heavens
swimming
in
light
,
had
far
too
mighty
an
effect
upon
me
,
and
I
burst
into
loud
weeping
.
"
What
is
the
matter
with
you
?
"
inquired
a
man
.
I
did
not
answer
,
but
hurried
away
,
hiding
my
face
from
all
men
.
I
reached
the
bridge
.
A
large
barque
with
the
Russian
flag
lay
and
discharged
coal
.
I
read
her
name
,
Copégoro
,
on
her
side
.
It
distracted
me
for
a
time
to
watch
what
took
place
on
board
this
foreign
ship
.
She
must
be
almost
discharged
;
she
lay
with
IX
foot
visible
on
her
side
,
in
spite
of
all
the
ballast
she
had
already
taken
in
,
and
there
was
a
hollow
boom
through
the
whole
ship
whenever
the
coal-heavers
stamped
on
the
deck
with
their
heavy
boots
.
The
sun
,
the
light
,
and
the
salt
breath
from
the
sea
,
all
this
busy
,
merry
life
pulled
me
together
a
bit
,
and
caused
my
blood
to
run
lustily
.
Suddenly
it
entered
my
head
that
I
could
work
at
a
few
scenes
of
my
drama
whilst
I
sat
here
,
and
I
took
my
papers
out
of
my
pocket
.
I
tried
to
place
a
speech
into
a
monk
's
mouth
--
a
speech
that
ought
to
swell
with
pride
and
intolerance
,
but
it
was
of
no
use
;
so
I
skipped
over
the
monk
and
tried
to
work
out
an
oration
--
the
Deemster
's
oration
to
the
violator
of
the
Temple
,
--
and
I
wrote
half-a-page
of
this
oration
,
upon
which
I
stopped
.
The
right
local
colour
would
not
tinge
my
words
,
the
bustle
about
me
,
the
shanties
,
the
noise
of
the
gangways
,
and
the
ceaseless
rattle
of
the
iron
chains
,
fitted
in
so
little
with
the
atmosphere
of
the
musty
air
of
the
dim
Middle
Ages
,
that
was
to
envelop
my
drama
as
with
a
mist
.
I
bundled
my
papers
together
and
got
up
.
All
the
same
,
I
got
into
a
happy
vein
--
a
grand
vein
,
--
and
I
felt
convinced
that
I
could
effect
something
if
all
went
well
.
