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"
Yes
,
by
Jove
!
my
newspaper
leader
;
many
important
papers
!
However
could
I
be
so
careless
?
"
I
snatch
up
my
manuscript
,
convince
myself
that
it
is
lying
in
order
and
go
,
without
stopping
a
second
or
looking
about
me
,
towards
the
editor
's
office
.
It
was
now
four
by
the
clock
of
Our
Saviour
's
Church
.
The
office
is
shut
.
I
stead
noiselessly
down
the
stairs
,
frightened
as
a
thief
,
and
stand
irresolutely
outside
the
door
.
What
should
I
do
now
?
I
lean
up
against
the
wall
,
stare
down
at
the
stones
,
and
consider
.
A
pin
is
lying
glistening
at
my
feet
;
I
stoop
and
pick
it
up
.
Supposing
I
were
to
cut
the
buttons
off
my
coat
,
how
much
could
I
get
for
them
?
Perhaps
it
would
be
no
use
,
though
buttons
are
buttons
;
but
yet
,
I
look
and
examine
them
,
and
find
them
as
good
as
new
--
that
was
a
lucky
idea
all
the
same
;
I
could
cut
them
off
with
my
penknife
and
take
them
to
the
pawn-office
.
The
hope
of
being
able
to
sell
these
five
buttons
cheered
me
immediately
,
and
I
cried
,
"
See
,
see
;
it
will
all
come
right
!
"
My
delight
got
the
upper
hand
of
me
,
and
I
at
once
set
to
cut
off
the
buttons
one
by
one
.
Whilst
thus
occupied
,
I
held
the
following
hushed
soliloquy
:
Yes
,
you
see
one
has
become
a
little
impoverished
;
a
momentary
embarrassment
...
worn
out
,
do
you
say
?
You
must
not
make
slips
when
you
speak
?
I
would
like
to
see
the
person
who
wears
out
less
buttons
than
I
do
,
I
can
tell
you
!
I
always
go
with
my
coat
open
;
it
is
a
habit
of
mine
,
an
idiosyncrasy
...
.
No
,
no
;
of
course
,
if
you
wo
n't
,
well
!
But
I
must
have
a
penny
for
them
,
at
least
...
.
No
indeed
!
who
said
you
were
obliged
to
do
it
?
You
can
hold
your
tongue
,
and
leave
me
in
peace
...
.
Yes
,
well
,
you
can
fetch
a
policeman
,
ca
n't
you
?
I
'll
wait
here
whilst
you
are
out
looking
for
him
,
and
I
wo
n't
steal
anything
from
you
.
Well
,
good-day
!
Good-day
!
My
name
,
by
the
way
,
is
Tangen
;
have
been
out
a
little
late
.
Some
one
comes
up
the
stairs
.
I
am
recalled
at
once
to
reality
.
I
recognize
"
Scissors
,
"
and
put
the
buttons
carefully
into
my
pocket
.
He
attempts
to
pass
;
does
n't
even
acknowledge
my
nod
;
is
suddenly
intently
busied
with
his
nails
.
I
stop
him
,
and
inquire
for
the
editor
.
"
Not
in
,
do
you
hear
.
"
"
You
lie
,
"
I
said
,
and
,
with
a
cheek
that
fairly
amazed
myself
,
I
continued
,
"
I
must
have
a
word
with
him
;
it
is
a
necessary
errand
--
communications
from
the
Stiftsgaarden
.
5
"
Well
,
ca
n't
you
tell
me
what
it
is
,
then
?
"
"
Tell
you
?
"
and
I
looked
"
Scissors
"
up
and
down
.
This
had
the
desired
effect
.
He
accompanied
me
at
once
,
and
opened
the
door
.
My
heart
was
in
my
mouth
now
;
I
set
my
teeth
,
to
try
and
revive
my
courage
,
knocked
,
and
entered
the
editor
's
private
office
.
"
Good-day
!
Is
it
you
?
"
he
asked
kindly
;
"
sit
down
.
