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I
could
not
get
my
request
over
my
lips
.
This
man
's
friendliness
seemed
to
me
beyond
bounds
,
and
I
ought
to
know
how
to
appreciate
it
.
Rather
die
of
hunger
!
I
went
.
Not
even
when
I
was
outside
the
door
,
and
felt
once
more
the
pangs
of
hunger
,
did
I
repent
having
left
the
office
without
having
asked
for
that
shilling
.
I
took
the
other
shaving
out
of
my
pocket
and
stuck
it
into
my
mouth
.
It
helped
.
Why
had
n't
I
done
so
before
?
"
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
yourself
,
"
I
said
aloud
.
"
Could
it
really
have
entered
your
head
to
ask
the
man
for
a
shilling
and
put
him
to
inconvenience
again
?
"
and
I
got
downright
angry
with
myself
for
the
effrontery
of
which
I
had
almost
been
guilty
.
"
That
is
,
by
God
!
the
shabbiest
thing
I
ever
heard
,
"
said
I
,
"
to
rush
at
a
man
and
nearly
tear
the
eyes
out
of
his
head
just
because
you
happen
to
need
a
shilling
,
you
miserable
dog
!
So
--
o
,
march
!
quicker
!
quicker
!
you
big
thumping
lout
;
I
'll
teach
you
.
"
I
commenced
to
run
to
punish
myself
,
left
one
street
after
the
other
behind
me
at
a
bound
,
goaded
myself
on
with
suppressed
cries
,
and
shrieked
dumbly
and
furiously
at
myself
whenever
I
was
about
to
halt
.
Thus
I
arrived
a
long
way
up
Pyle
Street
,
when
at
last
I
stood
still
,
almost
ready
to
cry
with
vexation
at
not
being
able
to
run
any
farther
.
I
was
trembling
over
my
whole
body
,
and
I
flung
myself
down
on
a
step
.
"
No
;
stop
!
"
I
said
,
and
,
in
order
to
torture
myself
rightly
,
I
arose
again
,
and
forced
myself
to
keep
standing
.
I
jeered
at
myself
and
hugged
myself
with
pleasure
at
the
spectacle
of
my
own
exhaustion
.
At
length
,
after
the
lapse
of
a
few
moments
,
I
gave
myself
,
with
a
nod
,
permission
to
be
seated
,
though
,
even
then
,
I
chose
the
most
uncomfortable
place
on
the
steps
.
Lord
!
how
delicious
it
was
to
rest
!
I
dried
the
sweat
off
my
face
,
and
drew
great
refreshing
breaths
.
How
had
I
not
run
!
But
I
was
not
sorry
;
I
had
richly
deserved
it
.
Why
did
I
want
to
ask
for
that
shilling
?
Now
I
could
see
the
consequences
,
and
I
began
to
talk
mildly
to
myself
,
dealing
out
admonitions
as
a
mother
might
have
done
.
I
grew
more
and
more
moved
,
and
tired
and
weak
as
I
was
,
I
fell
a-crying
.
A
quiet
,
heart-felt
cry
;
an
inner
sobbing
without
a
tear
.
I
sat
for
the
space
of
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
or
more
,
in
the
same
place
.
People
came
and
went
,
and
no
one
molested
me
.
Little
children
played
about
around
me
,
and
a
little
bird
sang
on
a
tree
on
the
other
side
of
the
street
.
A
policeman
came
towards
me
.
"
Why
do
you
sit
here
?
"
said
he
.
"
Why
do
I
sit
here
?
"
I
replied
;
"
for
pleasure
.
"
"
I
have
been
watching
you
for
the
last
half-hour
.
You
've
sat
here
now
half-an-hour
.
"
"
About
that
,
"
I
replied
;
"
anything
more
?
"
I
got
up
in
a
temper
and
walked
on
.
Arrived
at
the
market-place
,
I
stopped
and
gazed
down
the
street
.
For
pleasure
.
Now
,
was
that
an
answer
to
give
?
For
weariness
,
you
should
have
replied
,
and
made
your
voice
whining
.
You
are
a
booby
;
you
will
never
learn
to
dissemble
.
From
exhaustion
,
and
you
should
have
gasped
like
a
horse
.
When
I
got
to
the
fire
look-out
,
I
halted
afresh
,
seized
by
a
new
idea
.
