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I

was

completely

disarmed

by

this

man

's

unexpected

friendliness

.

I

felt

that

tears

sprang

to

my

eyes

,

and

I

hastened

to

reply

:

"

No

,

thank

you

!

I

have

only

been

out

a

little

too

late

in

a

café

.

Thank

you

very

much

all

the

same

!

"

He

saluted

with

his

hand

to

his

helmet

as

I

turned

away

.

His

friendliness

had

overwhelmed

me

,

and

I

cried

weakly

,

because

I

had

not

even

a

little

coin

to

give

him

.

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I

halted

,

and

looked

after

him

as

he

went

slowly

on

his

way

.

I

struck

my

forehead

,

and

,

in

measure

,

as

he

disappeared

from

my

sight

,

I

cried

more

violently

.

I

railed

at

myself

for

my

poverty

,

called

myself

abusive

names

,

invented

furious

designations

--

rich

,

rough

nuggets

--

in

a

vein

of

abuse

with

which

I

overwhelmed

myself

.

I

kept

on

at

this

until

I

was

nearly

home

.

On

coming

to

the

door

I

discovered

I

had

dropped

my

keys

.

"

Oh

,

of

course

,

"

I

muttered

to

myself

,

"

why

should

n't

I

lose

my

keys

?

Here

I

am

,

living

in

a

yard

where

there

is

a

stable

underneath

and

a

tinker

's

workshop

up

above

.

The

door

is

locked

at

night

,

and

no

one

,

no

one

can

open

it

;

therefore

,

why

should

I

not

lose

my

keys

?

"

I

am

as

wet

as

a

dog

--

a

little

hungry

--

ah

,

just

ever

such

a

little

hungry

,

and

slightly

,

ay

,

absurdly

tired

about

my

knees

;

therefore

,

why

should

I

not

lose

them

?

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"

Why

,

for

that

matter

,

had

not

the

whole

house

flitted

out

to

Aker

by

the

time

I

came

home

and

wished

to

enter

it

?

"

...

and

I

laughed

to

myself

,

hardened

by

hunger

and

exhaustion

.

I

could

hear

the

horses

stamp

in

the

stables

,

and

I

could

see

my

window

above

,

but

I

could

not

open

the

door

,

and

I

could

not

get

in

.

It

had

begun

to

rain

again

,

and

I

felt

the

water

soak

through

to

my

shoulders

.

At

the

Town

Hall

I

was

seized

by

a

bright

idea

.

I

would

ask

the

policeman

to

open

the

door

.

I

applied

at

once

to

a

constable

,

and

earnestly

begged

him

to

accompany

me

and

let

me

in

,

if

he

could

.

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