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His
quiet
bored
me
;
I
was
excited
by
the
sound
of
my
own
voice
and
spoke
in
utter
seriousness
;
the
stolen
archives
,
treaties
with
some
foreign
power
or
other
,
no
longer
occupied
my
thoughts
;
the
little
flat
bundle
of
paper
lay
on
the
seat
between
us
,
and
I
had
no
longer
the
smallest
desire
to
examine
it
or
see
what
it
contained
.
I
was
entirely
absorbed
in
stories
of
my
own
which
floated
in
singular
visions
across
my
mental
eye
.
The
blood
flew
to
my
head
,
and
I
roared
with
laughter
.
At
this
moment
the
little
man
seemed
about
to
go
.
He
stretched
himself
,
and
in
order
not
to
break
off
too
abruptly
,
added
:
"
He
is
said
to
own
much
property
,
this
Happolati
?
"
How
dared
this
bleary-eyed
,
disgusting
old
man
toss
about
the
rare
name
I
had
invented
as
if
it
were
a
common
name
stuck
up
over
every
huckster-shop
in
the
town
?
He
never
stumbled
over
a
letter
or
forgot
a
syllable
.
The
name
had
bitten
fast
in
his
brain
and
struck
root
on
the
instant
.
I
got
annoyed
;
an
inward
exasperation
surged
up
in
me
against
this
creature
whom
nothing
had
the
power
to
disturb
and
nothing
render
suspicious
.
I
therefore
replied
shortly
,
"
I
know
nothing
about
that
!
I
know
absolutely
nothing
whatever
about
that
!
Let
me
inform
you
once
for
all
that
his
name
is
Johann
Arendt
Happolati
,
if
you
go
by
his
own
initials
.
"
"
Johannn
Arendt
Happolati
!
"
repeated
the
man
,
a
little
astonished
at
my
vehemence
;
and
with
that
he
grew
silent
.
"
You
should
see
his
wife
!
"
I
said
,
beside
myself
.
"
A
fatter
creature
...
Eh
?
what
?
Perhaps
you
do
n't
even
believe
she
is
really
fat
?
"
Well
,
indeed
he
did
not
see
his
way
to
deny
that
such
a
man
might
perhaps
have
a
rather
stout
wife
.
The
old
fellow
answered
quite
gently
and
meekly
to
each
of
my
assertions
,
and
sought
for
words
as
if
he
feared
to
offend
and
perhaps
make
me
furious
.
"
Hell
and
fire
,
man
!
Do
you
imagine
that
I
am
sitting
here
stuffing
you
chock-full
of
lies
?
"
I
roared
furiously
.
"
Perhaps
you
do
n't
even
believe
that
a
man
of
the
name
of
Happolati
exists
!
I
never
saw
your
match
for
obstinacy
and
malice
in
any
old
man
.
What
the
devil
ails
you
?
Perhaps
,
too
,
into
the
bargain
,
you
have
been
all
this
while
thinking
to
yourself
I
am
a
poverty-stricken
fellow
,
sitting
here
in
my
Sunday-best
without
even
a
case
full
of
cigarettes
in
my
pocket
.
Let
me
tell
you
such
treatment
as
yours
is
a
thing
I
am
not
accustomed
to
,
and
I
wo
n't
endure
it
,
the
Lord
strike
me
dead
if
I
will
--
neither
from
you
nor
any
one
else
,
do
you
know
that
?
"
The
man
had
risen
with
his
mouth
agape
;
he
stood
tongue-tied
and
listened
to
my
outbreak
until
the
end
.
Then
he
snatched
his
parcel
from
off
the
seat
and
went
,
ay
,
nearly
ran
,
down
the
patch
,
with
the
short
,
tottering
steps
of
an
old
man
.
