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As
for
the
rest
,
I
consigned
the
whole
affair
to
the
keeping
of
the
yellowest
of
devils
.
I
had
n't
begged
for
the
half-sovereign
,
and
I
had
barely
had
it
in
my
hand
,
but
gave
it
away
at
once
--
paid
it
away
to
utterly
strange
people
whom
I
would
never
see
again
.
That
was
the
sort
of
man
I
was
;
I
always
paid
out
to
the
last
doit
whatever
I
owed
.
If
I
knew
Ylajali
aright
,
neither
did
she
regret
that
she
had
sent
me
the
money
,
therefore
why
did
I
sit
there
working
myself
into
a
rage
?
To
put
it
plainly
,
the
least
she
could
do
was
to
send
me
half-a-sovereign
now
and
then
.
The
poor
girl
was
indeed
in
love
with
me
--
ha
!
perhaps
even
fatally
in
love
with
me
;
...
and
I
sat
and
puffed
myself
up
with
this
notion
.
There
was
no
doubt
that
she
was
in
love
with
me
,
the
poor
girl
.
It
struck
five
o'clock
!
Again
I
sank
under
the
weight
of
my
prolonged
nervous
excitement
.
The
hollow
whirring
in
my
head
made
itself
felt
anew
.
I
stared
straight
ahead
,
kept
my
eyes
fixed
,
and
gazed
at
the
chemist
's
under
the
sign
of
the
elephant
.
Hunger
was
waging
a
fierce
battle
in
me
at
this
moment
,
and
I
was
suffering
greatly
.
Whilst
I
sit
thus
and
look
out
into
space
,
a
figure
becomes
little
by
little
clear
to
my
fixed
stare
.
At
last
I
can
distinguish
it
perfectly
plainly
,
and
I
recognize
it
.
It
is
that
of
the
cake-vendor
who
sits
habitually
near
the
chemist
's
under
the
sign
of
the
elephant
.
I
give
a
start
,
sit
half-upright
on
the
seat
,
and
begin
to
consider
.
Yes
,
it
was
quite
correct
--
the
same
woman
before
the
same
table
on
the
same
spot
!
I
whistle
a
few
times
and
snap
my
fingers
,
rise
from
my
seat
,
and
make
for
the
chemist
's
.
No
nonsense
at
all
!
What
the
devil
was
it
to
me
if
it
was
the
wages
of
sin
,
or
well-earned
Norwegian
huckster
pieces
of
silver
from
Kongsberg
?
I
was
n't
going
to
be
abused
;
one
might
die
of
too
much
pride
...
.
I
go
on
to
the
corner
,
take
stock
of
the
woman
,
and
come
to
a
standstill
before
her
.
I
smile
,
nod
as
to
an
acquaintance
,
and
shape
my
words
as
if
it
were
a
foregone
conclusion
that
I
would
return
sometime
.
"
Good-day
,
"
say
I
;
"
perhaps
you
do
n't
recognize
me
again
.
"
"
No
,
"
she
replied
slowly
,
and
looks
at
me
.
I
smile
still
more
,
as
if
this
were
only
an
excellent
joke
of
hers
,
this
pretending
not
to
know
me
again
,
and
say
:
"
Do
n't
you
recollect
that
I
gave
you
a
lot
of
silver
once
?
I
did
not
say
anything
on
the
occasion
in
question
;
as
far
as
I
can
call
to
mind
,
I
did
not
;
it
is
not
my
way
to
do
so
.
When
one
has
honest
folk
to
deal
with
,
it
is
unnecessary
to
make
an
agreement
,
so
to
say
,
draw
up
a
contract
for
every
trifle
.
Ha
,
ha
!
Yes
,
it
was
I
who
gave
you
the
money
!
"
"
No
,
then
,
now
;
was
it
you
?
Yes
,
I
remember
you
,
now
that
I
come
to
think
over
it
...
.
"
