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"
May
I
ask
will
you
take
a
glass
of
wine
?
No
?
I
am
Tangen
--
Tangen
,
the
Cabinet
Minister
.
I
--
more
's
the
pity
--
I
was
out
a
little
late
...
the
door-key
.
"
Once
more
my
thoughts
ran
without
rein
in
intricate
paths
.
I
was
continually
conscious
that
I
talked
at
random
,
and
yet
I
gave
utterance
to
no
word
without
hearing
and
understanding
it
.
I
said
to
myself
,
"
Now
you
are
talking
at
random
again
,
"
and
yet
I
could
not
help
myself
.
It
was
as
if
one
were
lying
awake
,
and
yet
talking
in
one
's
sleep
.
My
head
was
light
,
without
pain
and
without
pressure
,
and
my
mood
was
unshadowed
.
It
sailed
away
with
me
,
and
I
made
no
effort
.
"
Come
in
!
Yes
,
only
come
right
in
!
As
you
see
everything
is
of
ruby
--
Ylajali
,
Ylajali
!
that
swelling
crimson
silken
divan
!
Ah
,
how
passionately
she
breathes
.
Kiss
me
--
loved
one
--
more
--
more
!
Your
arms
are
like
pale
amber
,
your
mouth
blushes
...
.
Waiter
I
asked
for
a
plate
of
beef
!
"
The
sun
gleamed
in
through
the
window
,
and
I
could
hear
the
horses
below
chewing
oats
.
I
sat
and
mumbled
over
my
chip
gaily
,
glad
at
heart
as
a
child
.
I
kept
all
the
time
feeling
for
my
manuscript
.
It
was
n't
really
in
my
thoughts
,
but
instinct
told
me
it
was
there
--
'
twas
in
my
blood
to
remember
it
,
and
I
took
it
out
.
It
had
got
wet
,
and
I
spread
it
out
in
the
sun
to
dry
;
then
I
took
to
wandering
up
and
down
the
room
.
How
depressing
everything
looked
!
Small
scraps
of
tin
shavings
were
trodden
into
the
floor
;
there
was
not
a
chair
to
sit
upon
,
not
even
a
nail
in
the
bare
walls
.
Everything
had
been
brought
to
my
"
Uncle
's
,
"
and
consumed
.
A
few
sheets
of
paper
lying
on
the
table
,
covered
with
thick
dust
,
were
my
sole
possession
;
the
old
green
blanket
on
the
bed
was
lent
to
me
by
Hans
Pauli
some
months
ago
...
.
Hans
Pauli
!
I
snap
my
fingers
.
Hans
Pauli
Pettersen
shall
help
me
!
He
would
certainly
be
very
angry
that
I
had
not
appealed
to
him
at
once
.
I
put
on
my
hat
in
haste
,
gather
up
the
manuscript
,
thrust
it
into
my
pocket
,
and
hurry
downstairs
.
"
Listen
,
Jens
Olaj
!
"
I
called
into
the
stable
,
"
I
am
nearly
certain
I
can
help
you
in
the
afternoon
.
"
Arrived
at
the
Town
Hall
I
saw
that
it
was
past
eleven
,
and
I
determined
on
going
to
the
editor
at
once
.
I
stopped
outside
the
office
door
to
see
if
my
sheets
were
paged
rightly
,
smoothed
them
carefully
out
,
put
them
back
in
my
pocket
,
and
knocked
.
My
heart
beat
audibly
as
I
entered
.
"
Scissors
"
is
there
as
usual
.
I
inquire
timorously
for
the
editor
.
No
answer
.
The
man
sits
and
probes
for
minor
items
of
news
amongst
the
provincial
papers
.
