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"
Yes
,
I
shall
see
;
besides
,
I
have
your
address
.
"
I
forgot
to
inform
him
that
I
no
longer
had
an
address
,
and
the
interview
is
over
.
I
bow
myself
out
,
and
leave
.
Hope
flames
up
again
in
me
;
as
yet
,
nothing
is
lost
--
on
the
contrary
,
I
might
,
for
that
matter
,
yet
win
all
.
And
my
brain
began
to
spin
a
romance
about
a
great
council
in
Heaven
,
in
which
it
had
just
been
resolved
that
I
should
win
--
ay
,
triumphantly
win
ten
shillings
for
a
story
.
If
I
only
had
some
place
in
which
to
take
refuge
for
the
night
!
I
consider
where
I
can
stow
myself
away
,
and
am
so
absorbed
in
this
query
that
I
come
to
a
standstill
in
the
middle
of
the
street
.
I
forget
where
I
am
,
and
pose
like
a
solitary
beacon
on
a
rock
in
mid-sea
,
whilst
the
tides
rush
and
roar
about
it
.
A
newspaper
boy
offers
me
The
Viking
.
"
It
's
real
good
value
,
sir
!
"
I
look
up
and
start
;
I
am
outside
Semb
's
shop
again
.
I
quickly
turn
to
the
right-about
,
holding
the
parcel
in
front
of
me
,
and
hurry
down
Kirkegaden
,
ashamed
and
afraid
that
any
one
might
have
seen
me
from
the
window
.
I
pass
by
Ingebret
's
and
the
theatre
,
turn
round
by
the
box-office
,
and
go
towards
the
sea
,
near
the
fortress
.
I
find
a
seat
once
more
,
and
begin
to
consider
afresh
.
Where
in
the
world
shall
I
find
a
shelter
for
the
night
?
Was
there
a
hole
to
be
found
where
I
could
creep
in
and
hide
myself
till
morning
?
My
pride
forbade
my
returning
to
my
lodging
--
besides
,
it
could
never
really
occur
to
me
to
go
back
on
my
word
;
I
rejected
this
thought
with
great
scorn
,
and
I
smiled
superciliously
as
I
thought
of
the
little
red
rocking-chair
.
By
some
association
of
ideas
,
I
find
myself
suddenly
transported
to
a
large
,
double
room
I
once
occupied
in
Haegdehaugen
.
I
could
see
a
tray
on
the
table
,
filled
with
great
slices
of
bread-and
-
butter
.
The
vision
changed
;
it
was
transformed
into
beef
--
a
seductive
piece
of
beef
--
a
snow-white
napkin
,
bread
in
plenty
,
a
silver
fork
.
The
door
opened
;
enter
my
landlady
,
offering
me
more
tea
...
.
Visions
;
senseless
dreams
!
I
tell
myself
that
were
I
to
get
food
now
my
head
would
become
dizzy
once
more
,
fever
would
fill
my
brain
,
and
I
would
have
to
fight
again
against
many
mad
fancies
.
I
could
not
stomach
food
,
my
inclination
did
not
lie
that
way
;
that
was
peculiar
to
me
--
an
idiosyncrasy
of
mine
.
Maybe
as
night
drew
on
a
way
could
be
found
to
procure
shelter
.
There
was
no
hurry
;
at
the
worst
,
I
could
seek
a
place
out
in
the
woods
.
I
had
the
entire
environs
of
the
city
at
my
disposal
;
as
yet
,
there
was
no
degree
of
cold
worth
speaking
of
in
the
weather
.
