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My
feet
had
swelled
up
in
my
shoes
during
the
night
,
but
they
caused
me
no
pain
,
only
I
could
not
move
my
toes
much
,
they
were
too
stiff
.
As
the
afternoon
closed
in
,
and
it
had
already
begun
to
grow
a
little
dusk
,
I
got
up
out
of
bed
and
commenced
to
move
about
the
room
a
little
.
I
felt
my
way
with
short
,
careful
steps
,
taking
care
to
keep
my
balance
and
spare
my
feet
as
much
as
possible
.
I
did
not
suffer
much
,
and
I
did
not
cry
;
neither
was
I
,
taking
all
into
consideration
,
sad
.
On
the
contrary
,
I
was
blissfully
content
.
It
did
not
strike
me
just
then
that
anything
could
be
otherwise
than
it
was
.
Then
I
went
out
.
The
only
thing
that
troubled
me
a
little
,
in
spite
of
the
nausea
that
the
thought
of
food
inspired
in
me
,
was
hunger
.
I
commenced
to
be
sensible
of
a
shameless
appetite
again
;
a
ravenous
lust
of
food
,
which
grew
steadily
worse
and
worse
.
It
gnawed
unmercifully
in
my
breast
;
carrying
on
a
silent
,
mysterious
work
in
there
.
It
was
as
if
a
score
of
diminutive
gnome-like
insects
set
their
heads
on
one
side
and
gnawed
for
a
little
,
then
laid
their
heads
on
the
other
side
and
gnawed
a
little
more
,
then
lay
quite
still
for
a
moment
's
space
,
and
then
began
afresh
,
boring
noiselessly
in
,
and
without
any
haste
,
and
left
empty
spaces
everywhere
after
them
as
they
went
on
...
.
I
was
not
ill
,
but
faint
;
I
broke
into
a
sweat
.
I
thought
of
going
to
the
market-place
to
rest
a
while
,
but
the
way
was
long
and
wearisome
;
at
last
I
had
almost
reached
it
.
I
stood
at
the
corner
of
the
market
and
Market
Street
;
the
sweat
ran
down
into
my
eyes
and
blinded
me
,
and
I
had
just
stopped
in
order
to
wipe
it
away
a
little
.
I
did
not
notice
the
place
I
was
standing
in
;
in
fact
,
I
did
not
think
about
it
;
the
noise
around
me
was
something
frightful
.
Suddenly
a
call
rings
out
,
a
cold
,
sharp
warning
.
I
hear
this
cry
--
hear
it
quite
well
,
and
I
start
nervously
to
one
side
,
stepping
as
quickly
as
my
bad
foot
allows
me
to
.
A
monster
of
a
bread-van
brushes
past
me
,
and
the
wheel
grazes
my
coat
;
I
might
perhaps
have
been
a
little
quicker
if
I
had
exerted
myself
.
Well
,
there
was
no
help
for
it
;
one
foot
pained
me
,
a
couple
of
toes
were
crunched
.
I
felt
that
they
,
as
it
were
,
curled
up
in
my
shoes
.
The
driver
reins
in
his
horse
with
all
his
might
.
He
turns
round
on
the
van
and
inquires
in
a
fright
how
it
fares
with
me
.
Oh
!
it
might
have
been
worse
,
far
worse
...
.
It
was
perhaps
not
so
dangerous
...
.
I
did
n't
think
any
bones
were
broken
.
Oh
,
pray
...
.
I
rushed
over
as
quickly
as
I
could
to
a
seat
;
all
these
people
who
stopped
and
stared
at
me
abashed
me
.
After
all
,
it
was
no
mortal
blow
;
comparatively
speaking
,
I
had
got
off
luckily
enough
,
as
misfortune
was
bound
to
come
in
my
way
.
The
worst
thing
was
that
my
shoe
was
crushed
to
pieces
;
the
sole
was
torn
loose
at
the
toe
.
I
help
up
my
foot
,
and
saw
blood
inside
the
gap
.
Well
,
it
was
n't
intentional
on
either
side
;
it
was
not
the
man
's
purpose
to
make
things
worse
for
me
than
they
were
;
he
looked
much
concerned
about
it
.
It
was
quite
certain
that
if
I
had
begged
him
for
a
piece
of
bread
out
of
his
cart
he
would
have
given
it
to
me
.
He
would
certainly
have
given
it
to
me
gladly
.
God
bless
him
in
return
,
wherever
he
is
!
...
