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Luck
often
took
such
a
devious
course
,
and
I
started
for
Groenlandsleret
.
The
last
spasm
that
had
darted
through
my
head
had
exhausted
me
a
little
,
and
I
walked
very
slowly
and
thought
over
what
I
would
say
to
him
.
Perhaps
he
was
a
good
soul
;
if
the
whim
seized
him
he
might
pay
me
for
my
work
a
shilling
in
advance
,
even
without
my
asking
for
it
.
People
of
that
sort
had
sometimes
the
most
capital
ideas
.
I
stole
into
a
doorway
and
blackened
the
knees
of
my
trousers
with
spittle
to
try
and
make
them
look
a
little
respectable
,
left
the
parcel
behind
me
in
a
dark
corner
at
the
back
of
a
chest
,
and
entered
the
little
shop
.
A
man
is
standing
pasting
together
bags
made
of
old
newspaper
.
"
I
would
like
to
see
Mr.
Christie
,
"
I
said
.
"
That
's
me
!
"
replied
the
man
.
"
Indeed
!
"
Well
,
my
name
was
so-and-so
.
I
had
taken
the
liberty
of
sending
him
an
application
,
I
did
not
know
if
it
had
been
of
any
use
.
He
repeated
my
name
a
couple
of
times
and
commenced
to
laugh
.
"
Well
now
,
you
shall
see
,
"
he
said
,
taking
my
letter
out
of
his
breast
-
pocket
,
"
if
you
will
just
be
good
enough
to
see
how
you
deal
with
dates
,
sir
.
You
dated
your
letter
1848
,
"
and
the
man
roared
with
laughter
.
