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"
Oh
yes
,
I
daresay
I
can
.
"
I
go
towards
the
door
.
Hem
--
he
must
pray
forgive
me
for
having
taken
up
his
time
with
this
...
I
bow
,
and
turn
the
door
handle
.
"
If
you
need
it
,
"
he
says
,
"
you
are
welcome
to
draw
a
little
in
advance
;
you
can
write
for
it
,
you
know
.
"
Now
,
as
he
had
just
seen
that
I
was
not
capable
of
writing
,
this
offer
humiliated
me
somewhat
,
and
I
answered
:
"
No
,
thanks
;
I
can
pull
through
yet
a
while
,
thanking
you
very
much
,
all
the
same
.
Good-day
!
"
"
Good-day
!
"
replies
the
"
commandor
,
"
turning
at
the
same
time
to
his
desk
again
.
He
had
none
the
less
treated
me
with
undeserved
kindness
,
and
I
was
grateful
to
him
for
it
--
and
I
would
know
how
to
appreciate
it
too
.
I
made
a
resolution
not
to
return
to
him
until
I
could
take
something
with
me
,
that
satisfied
me
perfectly
;
something
that
would
astonish
the
"
commandor
"
a
bit
,
and
make
him
order
me
to
be
paid
half-a-sovereign
without
a
moment
's
hesitation
.
I
went
home
,
and
tackled
my
writing
once
more
.
During
the
following
evenings
,
as
soon
as
it
got
near
eight
o'clock
and
the
gas
was
lit
,
the
following
thing
happened
regularly
to
me
.
As
I
come
out
of
my
room
to
take
a
walk
in
the
streets
after
the
labour
and
troubles
of
the
day
,
a
lady
,
dressed
in
black
,
stands
under
the
lamp
-
post
exactly
opposite
my
door
.
