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I
reached
the
terminus
again
.
Now
I
no
longer
felt
hungry
,
only
the
sweet
stuff
I
had
eaten
began
to
cause
me
discomfort
.
The
wildest
thoughts
,
too
surged
up
anew
in
my
head
.
Supposing
I
were
in
all
secretness
to
cut
the
hawser
mooring
one
of
those
ships
?
Supposing
I
were
to
suddenly
yell
out
"
Fire
"
?
I
walk
farther
down
the
wharf
,
find
a
packing-case
and
sit
upon
it
,
fold
my
hands
,
and
am
conscious
that
my
head
is
growing
more
and
more
confused
.
I
do
not
stir
;
I
simply
make
no
effort
whatever
to
keep
up
any
longer
.
I
just
sit
there
and
stare
at
the
Copégoro
,
the
barque
flying
the
Russian
flag
.
I
catch
a
glimpse
of
a
man
at
the
rail
;
the
red
lantern
slung
at
the
port
shines
down
upon
his
head
,
and
I
get
up
and
talk
over
to
him
.
I
had
no
object
in
talking
,
as
I
did
not
expect
to
get
a
reply
,
either
.
I
said
:
"
Do
you
sail
tonight
,
Captain
?
"
"
Yes
;
in
a
short
time
,
"
answered
the
man
.
He
spoke
Swedish
.
"
Hem
,
I
suppose
you
would
n't
happen
to
need
a
man
?
"
I
was
at
this
instant
utterly
indifferent
as
to
whether
I
was
met
by
a
refusal
or
not
;
it
was
all
the
same
to
me
what
reply
the
man
gave
me
,
so
I
stood
and
waited
for
it
.
