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What
humiliation
,
too
;
what
disgrace
!
I
began
again
to
think
about
the
poor
widow
's
last
mite
,
that
I
would
have
stolen
a
schoolboy
's
cap
or
handkerchief
,
or
a
beggar
's
wallet
,
that
I
would
have
brought
to
a
rag-dealer
without
more
ado
,
and
caroused
with
the
proceeds
.
In
order
to
console
myself
--
to
indemnify
myself
in
some
measure
--
I
take
to
picking
all
possible
faults
in
the
people
who
glide
by
.
I
shrug
my
shoulders
contemptuously
,
and
look
slightingly
at
them
according
as
they
pass
.
These
easily-pleased
,
confectionery-eating
students
,
who
fancy
they
are
sowing
their
wild
oats
in
truly
Continental
style
if
they
tickle
a
sempstress
under
the
ribs
!
These
young
bucks
,
bank
clerks
,
merchants
,
flâneurs
--
who
would
not
disdain
a
sailor
's
wife
;
blowsy
Molls
,
ready
to
fall
down
in
the
first
doorway
for
a
glass
of
beer
!
What
sirens
!
The
place
at
their
side
still
warm
from
the
last
night
's
embrace
of
a
watch-man
or
a
stable-boy
!
The
throne
always
vacant
,
always
open
to
newcomers
!
Pray
,
mount
!
I
spat
out
over
the
pavement
,
without
troubling
if
it
hit
any
one
.
I
felt
enraged
;
filled
with
contempt
for
these
people
who
scraped
acquaintanceship
with
one
another
,
and
paired
off
right
before
my
eyes
.
I
lifted
my
head
,
and
felt
in
myself
the
blessing
of
being
able
to
keep
my
own
sty
clean
.
At
Stortingsplads
(
Parliament
Place
)
I
met
a
girl
who
looked
fixedly
at
me
as
I
came
close
to
her
.
"
Good-night
!
"
said
I.
"
Good-night
!
"
She
stopped
.
Hum
!
was
she
out
walking
so
late
?
Did
not
a
young
lady
run
rather
a
risk
in
being
in
Carl
Johann
at
this
time
of
night
?
Really
not
?
Yes
;
but
was
she
never
spoken
to
,
molested
,
I
meant
;
to
speak
plainly
,
asked
to
go
along
home
with
any
one
?
She
stared
at
me
with
astonishment
,
scanned
my
face
closely
,
to
see
what
I
really
meant
by
this
,
then
thrust
her
hand
suddenly
under
my
arm
,
and
said
:
"
Yes
,
and
we
went
too
!
"
I
walked
on
with
her
.
But
when
we
had
gone
a
few
paces
past
the
car-stand
I
came
to
a
standstill
,
freed
my
arm
,
and
said
:
"
Listen
,
my
dear
,
I
do
n't
own
a
farthing
!
"
and
with
that
I
went
on
.
