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Still
in
the
best
of
humours
,
with
eyes
turned
towards
the
lighter
,
ever
lighter
square
in
the
wall
,
I
amused
myself
acting
Cabinet
Minister
;
called
myself
Von
Tangen
,
and
clothed
my
speech
in
a
dress
of
red-tape
.
My
fancies
had
not
ceased
,
but
I
was
far
less
nervous
.
If
I
only
had
not
been
thoughtless
enough
to
leave
my
pocket-book
at
home
!
Might
I
not
have
the
honour
of
assisting
his
Right
Honourable
the
Prime
Minister
to
bed
?
And
in
all
seriousness
,
and
with
much
ceremony
I
went
over
to
the
stretcher
and
lay
down
.
By
this
it
was
so
light
that
I
could
distinguish
in
some
degree
the
outlines
of
the
cell
and
,
little
by
little
,
the
heavy
handle
of
the
door
.
This
diverted
me
;
the
monotonous
darkness
so
irritating
in
its
impenetrability
that
it
prevented
me
from
seeing
myself
was
broken
;
my
blood
flowed
more
quietly
;
I
soon
felt
my
eyes
close
.
I
was
aroused
by
a
couple
of
knocks
on
my
door
.
I
jumped
up
in
all
haste
,
and
clad
myself
hurriedly
;
my
clothes
were
still
wet
through
from
last
night
.
"
You
'll
report
yourself
downstairs
to
the
officer
on
duty
,
"
said
the
constable
.
Were
there
more
formalities
to
be
gone
through
,
then
?
I
thought
with
fear
.
Below
I
entered
a
large
room
,
where
thirty
or
forty
people
sat
,
all
homeless
.
They
were
called
up
one
by
one
by
the
registering
clerk
,
and
one
by
one
they
received
a
ticket
for
breakfast
.
The
officer
on
duty
repeated
constantly
to
the
policeman
at
his
side
,
"
Did
he
get
a
ticket
?
Do
n't
forget
to
give
them
tickets
;
they
look
as
if
they
wanted
a
meal
!
"
And
I
stood
and
looked
at
these
tickets
,
and
wished
I
had
one
.
"
Andreas
Tangen
--
journalist
.
"
I
advanced
and
bowed
.
