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Tipsy
and
nervous
,
I
wandered
down
the
street
,
and
swelled
with
satisfaction
.
The
joy
of
being
able
to
meet
Ylajali
cleanly
and
honourably
,
and
of
feeling
I
could
look
her
in
the
face
,
ran
away
with
me
.
I
was
not
conscious
of
any
pain
.
My
head
was
clear
and
buoyant
;
it
was
as
if
it
were
a
head
of
mere
light
that
rested
and
gleamed
on
my
shoulders
.
I
felt
inclined
to
play
the
wildest
pranks
,
to
do
something
astounding
,
to
set
the
whole
town
in
a
ferment
.
All
up
through
Graendsen
I
conducted
myself
like
a
madman
.
There
was
a
buzzing
in
my
ears
,
and
intoxication
ran
riot
in
my
brains
.
The
whim
seized
me
to
go
and
tell
my
age
to
a
commissionaire
,
who
,
by-the-way
,
had
not
addressed
a
word
to
me
;
to
take
hold
of
his
hands
,
and
gaze
impressively
in
his
face
,
and
leave
him
again
without
any
explanation
.
I
distinguished
every
nuance
in
the
voice
and
laughter
of
the
passers-by
,
observed
some
little
birds
that
hopped
before
me
in
the
street
,
took
to
studying
the
expression
of
the
paving-stones
,
and
discovered
all
sorts
of
tokens
and
signs
in
them
.
Thus
occupied
,
I
arrive
at
length
at
Parliament
Place
.
I
stand
all
at
once
stock-still
,
and
look
at
the
droskes
;
the
drivers
are
wandering
about
,
chatting
and
laughing
.
The
horses
hang
their
heads
and
cower
in
the
bitter
weather
.
"
Go
ahead
!
"
I
say
,
giving
myself
a
dig
with
my
elbow
.
I
went
hurriedly
over
to
the
first
vehicle
,
and
got
in
.
"
Ullevoldsveien
,
No.
37
,
"
I
called
out
,
and
we
rolled
off
.
On
the
way
the
driver
looked
round
,
stooped
and
peeped
several
times
into
the
trap
,
where
I
sat
,
sheltered
underneath
the
hood
.
Had
he
,
too
,
grown
suspicious
?
There
was
no
doubt
of
it
;
my
miserable
attire
had
attracted
his
attention
.
"
I
want
to
meet
a
man
,
"
I
called
to
him
,
in
order
to
be
beforehand
with
him
,
and
I
explained
gravely
that
I
must
really
meet
this
man
.
We
stop
outside
37
,
and
I
jump
out
,
spring
up
the
stairs
right
to
the
third
storey
,
seize
a
bell
,
and
pull
it
.
It
gives
six
or
seven
fearful
peals
inside
.
A
maid
comes
out
and
opens
the
door
.
I
notice
that
she
has
round
,
gold
drops
in
her
ears
,
and
black
stuff
buttons
on
her
grey
bodice
.
She
looks
at
me
with
a
frightened
air
.
I
inquire
for
Kierulf
--
Joachim
Kierulf
,
if
I
might
add
further
--
a
wool
-
dealer
;
in
short
,
not
a
man
one
could
make
a
mistake
about
...
.
The
girl
shook
her
head
.
"
No
Kierulf
lives
here
,
"
said
she
.
She
stared
at
me
,
and
held
the
door
ready
to
close
it
.
She
made
no
effort
to
find
the
man
for
me
.
She
really
looked
as
if
she
knew
the
person
I
inquired
for
,
if
she
would
only
take
the
trouble
to
reflect
a
bit
.
The
lazy
jade
!
I
got
vexed
,
turned
my
back
on
her
,
and
ran
downstairs
again
.
"
He
was
n't
there
,
"
I
called
to
the
driver
.
