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This
poor
thin
finger
looked
so
utterly
pitiable
.
God
in
Heaven
!
what
a
pass
it
had
come
to
now
with
me
!
The
gloom
grew
closer
.
It
was
,
maybe
,
not
impossible
that
I
might
work
up
my
finale
through
the
course
of
the
evening
,
if
I
only
had
a
candle
.
My
head
was
clear
once
more
.
Thoughts
came
and
went
as
usual
,
and
I
did
not
suffer
particularly
;
I
did
not
even
feel
hunger
so
badly
as
some
hours
previously
.
I
could
hold
out
well
till
the
next
day
.
Perhaps
I
might
be
able
to
get
a
candle
on
credit
,
if
I
applied
to
the
provision
shop
and
explained
my
situation
--
I
was
so
well
known
in
there
;
in
the
good
old
days
,
when
I
had
the
means
to
do
it
,
I
used
to
buy
many
a
loaf
there
.
There
was
no
doubt
I
could
raise
a
candle
on
the
strength
of
my
honest
name
;
and
for
the
first
time
for
ages
I
took
to
brushing
my
clothes
a
little
,
got
rid
as
well
as
the
darkness
allowed
me
of
the
loose
hairs
on
my
collar
,
and
felt
my
way
down
the
stairs
.
When
I
got
outside
in
the
street
it
occurred
to
me
that
I
might
perhaps
rather
ask
for
a
loaf
.
I
grew
irresolute
,
and
stopped
to
consider
.
"
On
no
account
,
"
I
replied
to
myself
at
last
;
I
was
unfortunately
not
in
a
condition
to
bear
food
.
It
would
only
be
a
repetition
of
the
same
old
story
--
visions
,
and
presentiments
,
and
mad
notions
.
My
article
would
never
get
finished
,
and
it
was
a
question
of
going
to
the
"
Commandor
"
before
he
had
time
to
forget
me
.
On
no
account
whatever
!
and
I
decided
upon
the
candle
.
With
that
I
entered
the
shop
.
A
woman
is
standing
at
the
counter
making
purchases
;
several
small
parcels
in
different
sorts
of
paper
are
lying
in
front
of
her
.
The
shopman
,
who
knows
me
,
and
knows
what
I
usually
buy
,
leaves
the
woman
,
and
packs
without
much
ado
a
loaf
in
a
piece
of
paper
and
shoves
it
over
to
me
.
"
No
,
thank
you
,
it
was
really
a
candle
I
wanted
this
evening
,
"
I
say
.
I
say
it
very
quietly
and
humbly
,
in
order
not
to
vex
him
and
spoil
my
chance
of
getting
what
I
want
.
My
answer
confuses
him
;
he
turns
quite
cross
at
my
unexpected
words
;
it
was
the
first
time
I
had
ever
demanded
anything
but
a
loaf
from
him
.
"
Well
then
,
you
must
wait
a
while
,
"
he
says
at
last
,
and
busies
himself
with
the
woman
's
parcels
again
.
She
receives
her
wares
and
pays
for
them
--
-
gives
him
a
florin
,
out
of
which
she
gets
the
change
,
and
goes
out
.
Now
the
shop-boy
and
I
are
alone
.
He
says
:
"
So
it
was
a
candle
you
wanted
,
eh
?
"
He
tears
open
a
package
,
and
takes
one
out
for
me
.
He
looks
at
me
,
and
I
look
at
him
;
I
ca
n't
get
my
request
over
my
lips
.
"
Oh
yes
,
that
's
true
;
you
paid
,
though
!
"
he
says
suddenly
.
He
simply
asserts
that
I
had
paid
.
I
heard
every
word
,
and
he
begins
to
count
some
silver
out
of
the
till
,
coin
after
coin
,
shining
stout
pieces
.
He
gives
me
back
change
for
a
crown
.
"
Much
obliged
,
"
he
says
.
