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"
What
the
deuce
!
"
he
cried
.
"
No
;
this
is
really
going
too
far
.
"
"
Good-night
!
"
said
I
,
and
was
about
to
go
;
I
felt
the
tears
choking
my
breast
.
"
No
;
wait
a
minute
,
"
he
said
.
What
was
I
to
wait
for
?
Was
he
not
himself
on
the
road
to
my
"
Uncle
,
"
bringing
,
perhaps
,
his
engagement
ring
--
had
been
hungry
,
perhaps
,
for
several
days
--
owed
his
landlady
?
"
Yes
,
"
I
replied
;
"
if
you
will
be
out
soon
...
.
"
"
Of
course
,
"
he
broke
in
,
seizing
hold
of
my
arm
;
"
but
I
may
as
well
tell
you
I
do
n't
believe
you
.
You
are
such
an
idiot
,
that
it
's
better
you
come
in
along
with
me
.
"
I
understood
what
he
meant
,
suddenly
felt
a
little
spark
of
pride
,
and
answered
:
"
I
ca
n't
;
I
promised
to
be
in
Bernt
Akers
Street
at
half-past
seven
,
and
...
"
"
Half-past
seven
,
quite
so
;
but
it
's
eight
now
.
Here
I
am
,
standing
with
the
watch
in
my
hand
that
I
'm
going
to
pawn
.
So
,
in
with
you
,
you
hungry
sinner
!
I
'll
get
you
five
shillings
anyhow
,
"
and
he
pushed
me
in
.
