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I
sat
and
laughed
at
this
trick
,
rubbed
my
hands
with
glee
,
and
swore
with
rollicking
recklessness
.
What
a
disappointment
he
will
get
,
the
dog
!
Would
n't
this
piece
of
villainy
make
him
inclined
to
sink
into
hell
's
hottest
pool
of
torment
!
I
was
drunk
with
starvation
;
my
hunger
had
made
me
tipsy
.
A
few
minutes
later
the
policeman
comes
by
,
clinking
his
iron
heels
on
the
pavement
,
peering
on
all
sides
.
He
takes
his
time
;
he
has
the
whole
night
before
him
;
he
does
not
notice
the
paper
bag
--
not
till
he
comes
quite
close
to
it
.
Then
he
stops
and
stares
at
it
.
It
looks
so
white
and
so
full
as
it
lies
there
;
perhaps
a
little
sum
--
what
?
A
little
sum
of
silver
money
?
...
and
he
picks
it
up
.
Hum
...
it
is
light
--
very
light
;
maybe
an
expensive
feather
;
some
hat
trimming
...
.
He
opened
it
carefully
with
his
big
hands
,
and
looked
in
.
I
laughed
,
laughed
,
slapped
my
thighs
,
and
laughed
,
like
a
maniac
.
And
not
a
sound
issued
from
my
throat
;
my
laughter
was
hushed
and
feverish
to
the
intensity
of
tears
.
Clink
,
clink
again
over
the
paving-stones
,
and
the
policeman
took
a
turn
towards
the
landing-stage
.
I
sat
there
,
with
tears
in
my
eyes
,
and
hiccoughed
for
breath
,
quite
beside
myself
with
feverish
merriment
.
I
commenced
to
talk
aloud
to
myself
all
about
the
cornet
,
imitated
the
poor
policeman
's
movements
,
peeped
into
my
hollow
hand
,
and
repeated
over
and
over
again
to
myself
,
"
He
coughed
as
he
threw
it
away
--
he
coughed
as
he
threw
it
away
.
"
I
added
new
words
to
these
,
gave
them
additional
point
,
changed
the
whole
sentence
,
and
made
it
catching
and
piquant
.
He
coughed
once
--
Kheu
heu
!
I
exhausted
myself
in
weaving
variations
on
these
words
,
and
the
evening
was
far
advanced
before
my
mirth
ceased
.
Then
a
drowsy
quiet
overcame
me
;
a
pleasant
languor
which
I
did
not
attempt
to
resist
.
The
darkness
had
intensified
,
and
a
slight
breeze
furrowed
the
pearl-blue
sea
.
The
ships
,
the
masts
of
which
I
could
see
outlined
against
the
sky
,
looked
with
their
black
hulls
like
voiceless
monsters
that
bristled
and
lay
in
wait
for
me
.
I
had
no
pain
--
my
hunger
had
taken
the
edge
off
it
.
In
its
stead
I
felt
pleasantly
empty
,
untouched
by
everything
around
me
,
and
glad
not
to
be
noticed
by
any
one
.
I
put
my
feet
up
on
the
seat
and
leant
back
.
Thus
I
could
best
appreciate
the
well-being
of
perfect
isolation
.
There
was
not
a
cloud
on
my
mind
,
not
a
feeling
of
discomfort
,
and
so
far
as
my
thought
reached
,
I
had
not
a
whim
,
not
a
desire
unsatisfied
.
I
lay
with
open
eyes
,
in
a
state
of
utter
absence
of
mind
.
I
felt
myself
charmed
away
.
Moreover
,
not
a
sound
disturbed
me
.
Soft
darkness
had
hidden
the
whole
world
from
my
sight
,
and
buried
me
in
ideal
rest
.
Only
the
lonely
,
crooning
voice
of
silence
strikes
in
monotones
on
my
ear
,
and
the
dark
monsters
out
there
will
draw
me
to
them
when
night
comes
,
and
they
will
bear
me
far
across
the
sea
,
through
strange
lands
where
no
man
dwells
,
and
they
will
bear
me
to
Princess
Ylajali
's
palace
,
where
an
undreamt-of
grandeur
awaits
me
,
greater
than
that
of
any
other
man
.
And
she
herself
will
be
sitting
in
a
dazzling
hall
where
all
is
amethyst
,
on
a
throne
of
yellow
roses
,
and
will
stretch
out
her
hands
to
me
when
I
alight
;
will
smile
and
call
as
I
approach
and
kneel
:
"
Welcome
,
welcome
,
knight
,
to
me
and
my
land
!
I
have
waited
twenty
summers
for
you
,
and
called
for
you
on
all
bright
nights
.
And
when
you
sorrowed
I
have
wept
here
,
and
when
you
slept
I
have
breathed
sweet
dreams
in
you
!
"
...
And
the
fair
one
clasps
my
hand
and
,
holding
it
,
leads
me
through
long
corridors
where
great
crowds
of
people
cry
,
"
Hurrah
!
"
through
bright
gardens
where
three
hundred
tender
maidens
laugh
and
play
;
and
through
another
hall
where
all
is
of
emerald
;
and
here
the
sun
shines
.
In
the
corridors
and
galleries
choirs
of
musicians
march
by
,
and
rills
of
perfume
are
wafted
towards
me
.
I
clasp
her
hand
in
mine
;
I
feel
the
wild
witchery
of
enchantment
shiver
through
my
blood
,
and
I
fold
my
arms
around
her
,
and
she
whispers
,
"
Not
here
;
come
yet
farther
!
"
and
we
enter
a
crimson
room
,
where
all
is
of
ruby
,
a
foaming
glory
,
in
which
I
faint
.
Then
I
feel
her
arms
encircle
me
;
her
breath
fans
my
face
with
a
whispered
"
Welcome
,
loved
one
!
Kiss
me
...
more
...
more
...
.
"
I
see
from
my
seat
stars
shooting
before
my
eyes
,
and
my
thoughts
are
swept
away
in
a
hurricane
of
light
...
.
