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Strange
as
I
was
at
this
instant
to
myself
,
so
absolutely
a
prey
to
peculiar
invisible
inner
influences
,
nothing
occurred
around
me
without
my
observing
it
.
A
large
,
brown
dog
sprang
right
across
the
street
towards
the
shrubbery
,
and
then
down
towards
the
Tivoli
;
he
had
on
a
very
narrow
collar
of
German
silver
.
Farther
up
the
street
a
window
opened
on
the
second
floor
,
and
a
servant-maid
leant
out
of
it
,
with
her
sleeves
turned
up
,
and
began
to
clean
the
panes
on
the
outside
.
Nothing
escaped
my
notice
;
I
was
clear-headed
and
ready-witted
.
Everything
rushed
in
upon
me
with
a
gleaming
distinctness
,
as
if
I
were
suddenly
surrounded
by
a
strong
light
.
The
ladies
before
me
had
each
a
blue
bird
's
wing
in
their
hats
,
and
a
plaid
silk
ribbon
round
their
necks
.
It
struck
me
that
they
were
sisters
.
They
turned
,
stopped
at
Cisler
's
music-shop
,
and
spoke
together
.
I
stopped
also
.
Thereupon
they
both
came
back
,
went
the
same
road
as
they
had
come
,
passed
me
again
,
and
turned
the
corner
of
University
Street
and
up
towards
St.
Olav
's
place
.
I
was
all
the
time
as
close
at
their
heels
as
I
dared
to
be
.
They
turned
round
once
,
and
sent
me
a
half-fearful
,
half-questioning
look
,
and
I
saw
no
resentment
nor
any
trace
of
a
frown
in
it
.
This
forbearance
with
my
annoyance
shamed
me
thoroughly
and
made
me
lower
my
eyes
.
I
would
no
longer
be
a
trouble
to
them
;
out
of
sheer
gratitude
I
would
follow
them
with
my
gaze
,
not
lose
sight
of
them
until
they
entered
some
place
safely
and
disappeared
.
Outside
No.
2
,
a
large
four-storeyed
house
,
they
turned
again
before
going
in
.
I
leant
against
a
lamp-post
near
the
fountain
and
listened
for
their
footsteps
on
the
stairs
.
They
died
away
on
the
second
floor
.
I
advanced
from
the
lamp-post
and
looked
up
at
the
house
.
Then
something
odd
happened
.
The
curtains
above
were
stirred
,
and
a
second
after
a
window
opened
,
a
head
popped
out
,
and
two
singular-looking
eyes
dwelt
on
me
.
"
Ylajali
!
"
I
muttered
,
half-aloud
,
and
I
felt
I
grew
red
.
Why
does
she
not
call
for
help
,
or
push
over
one
of
these
flower-pots
and
strike
me
on
the
head
,
or
send
some
one
down
to
drive
me
away
?
We
stand
and
look
into
one
another
's
eyes
without
moving
;
it
lasts
a
minute
.
Thoughts
dart
between
the
window
and
the
street
,
and
not
a
word
is
spoken
.
She
turns
round
,
I
feel
a
wrench
in
me
,
a
delicate
shock
through
my
senses
;
I
see
a
shoulder
that
turns
,
a
back
that
disappears
across
the
floor
.
That
reluctant
turning
from
the
window
,
the
accentuation
in
that
movement
of
the
shoulders
was
like
a
nod
to
me
.
My
blood
was
sensible
of
all
the
delicate
,
dainty
greeting
,
and
I
felt
all
at
once
rarely
glad
.
Then
I
wheeled
round
and
went
down
the
street
.
I
dared
not
look
back
,
and
knew
not
if
she
had
returned
to
the
window
.
The
more
I
considered
this
question
the
more
nervous
and
restless
I
became
.
Probably
at
this
very
moment
she
was
standing
watching
closely
all
my
movements
.
It
is
by
no
means
comfortable
to
know
that
you
are
being
watched
from
behind
your
back
.
I
pulled
myself
together
as
well
as
I
could
and
proceeded
on
my
way
;
my
legs
began
to
jerk
under
me
,
my
gait
became
unsteady
just
because
I
purposely
tried
to
make
it
look
well
.
In
order
to
appear
at
ease
and
indifferent
,
I
flung
my
arms
about
,
spat
out
,
and
threw
my
head
well
back
--
all
without
avail
,
for
I
continually
felt
the
pursuing
eyes
on
my
neck
,
and
a
cold
shiver
ran
down
my
back
.
At
length
I
escaped
down
a
side
street
,
from
which
I
took
the
road
to
Pyle
Street
to
get
my
pencil
.
I
had
no
difficulty
in
recovering
it
;
the
man
brought
me
the
waistcoat
himself
,
and
as
he
did
so
,
begged
me
to
search
through
all
the
pockets
.
I
found
also
a
couple
of
pawn-tickets
which
I
pocketed
as
I
thanked
the
obliging
little
man
for
his
civility
.
I
was
more
and
more
taken
with
him
,
and
grew
all
of
a
sudden
extremely
anxious
to
make
a
favourable
impression
on
this
person
.
I
took
a
turn
towards
the
door
and
then
back
again
to
the
counter
as
if
I
had
forgotten
something
.
It
struck
me
that
I
owed
him
an
explanation
,
that
I
ought
to
elucidate
matters
a
little
.
I
began
to
hum
in
order
to
attract
his
attention
.
Then
,
taking
the
pencil
in
my
hand
,
I
held
it
up
and
said
:
