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Well
,
she
did
n't
know
the
address
;
but
he
had
asked
his
letters
to
be
sent
to
Hermansen
in
Tolbod-gaden
,
and
she
mentioned
the
number
.
I
go
,
full
of
trust
and
hope
,
all
the
way
to
Tolbod-gaden
to
ask
Hans
Pauli
's
address
;
being
my
last
chance
,
I
must
turn
it
to
account
.
On
the
way
I
came
to
a
newly-built
house
,
where
a
couple
of
joiners
stood
planing
outside
.
I
picked
up
a
few
satiny
shavings
from
the
heap
,
stuck
one
in
my
mouth
,
and
the
other
in
my
pocket
for
by-and-by
,
and
continued
my
journey
.
I
groaned
with
hunger
.
I
had
seen
a
marvellously
large
penny
loaf
at
a
baker
's
--
the
largest
I
could
possibly
get
for
the
price
.
"
I
come
to
find
out
Student
Pettersen
's
address
!
"
"
Bernt
Akers
Street
,
No.
10
,
in
the
attic
.
"
Was
I
going
out
there
?
Well
,
would
I
perhaps
be
kind
enough
to
take
out
a
couple
of
letters
that
had
come
for
him
?
I
trudge
up
town
again
,
along
the
same
road
,
pass
by
the
joiners
--
who
are
sitting
with
their
cans
between
their
knees
,
eating
their
good
warm
dinner
from
the
Dampkökken
--
pass
the
bakers
,
where
the
loaf
is
still
in
its
place
,
and
at
length
reach
Bernt
Akers
Street
,
half
dead
with
fatigue
.
The
door
is
open
,
and
I
mount
all
the
weary
stairs
to
the
attic
.
I
take
the
letters
out
of
my
pocket
in
order
to
put
Hans
Pauli
into
a
good
humour
on
the
moment
of
my
entrance
.
He
would
be
certain
not
to
refuse
to
give
me
a
helping
hand
when
I
explained
how
things
were
with
me
;
no
,
certainly
not
;
Hans
Pauli
had
such
a
big
heart
--
I
had
always
said
that
of
him
...
.
I
discovered
his
card
fastened
to
the
door
--
"
H.
P.
Pettersen
,
Theological
Student
,
'
gone
home
.
'
"
I
sat
down
without
more
ado
--
sat
down
on
the
bare
floor
,
dulled
with
fatigue
,
fairly
beaten
with
exhaustion
.
I
mechanically
mutter
,
a
couple
of
times
,
"
Gone
home
--
gone
home
!
"
then
I
keep
perfectly
quiet
.
There
was
not
a
tear
in
my
eyes
;
I
had
not
a
thought
,
not
a
feeling
of
any
kind
.
I
sat
and
stared
,
with
wide-open
eyes
,
at
the
letters
,
without
coming
to
any
conclusion
.
Ten
minutes
went
over
--
perhaps
twenty
or
more
.
I
sat
stolidly
on
the
one
spot
,
and
did
not
move
a
finger
.
This
numb
feeling
of
drowsiness
was
almost
like
a
brief
slumber
.
I
hear
some
one
come
up
the
stairs
.
"
It
was
Student
Pettersen
,
I
...
