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"
Can
you
tell
me
where
I
could
get
employment
of
any
kind
?
"
I
continued
.
"
I
am
a
stranger
,
without
acquaintance
in
this
place
.
I
want
some
work
:
no
matter
what
.
"
But
it
was
not
her
business
to
think
for
me
,
or
to
seek
a
place
for
me
:
besides
,
in
her
eyes
,
how
doubtful
must
have
appeared
my
character
,
position
,
tale
.
She
shook
her
head
,
she
"
was
sorry
she
could
give
me
no
information
,
"
and
the
white
door
closed
,
quite
gently
and
civilly
:
but
it
shut
me
out
.
If
she
had
held
it
open
a
little
longer
,
I
believe
I
should
have
begged
a
piece
of
bread
;
for
I
was
now
brought
low
.
I
could
not
bear
to
return
to
the
sordid
village
,
where
,
besides
,
no
prospect
of
aid
was
visible
.
I
should
have
longed
rather
to
deviate
to
a
wood
I
saw
not
far
off
,
which
appeared
in
its
thick
shade
to
offer
inviting
shelter
;
but
I
was
so
sick
,
so
weak
,
so
gnawed
with
nature
's
cravings
,
instinct
kept
me
roaming
round
abodes
where
there
was
a
chance
of
food
.
Solitude
would
be
no
solitude
--
rest
no
rest
--
while
the
vulture
,
hunger
,
thus
sank
beak
and
talons
in
my
side
.
I
drew
near
houses
;
I
left
them
,
and
came
back
again
,
and
again
I
wandered
away
:
always
repelled
by
the
consciousness
of
having
no
claim
to
ask
--
no
right
to
expect
interest
in
my
isolated
lot
.
Meantime
,
the
afternoon
advanced
,
while
I
thus
wandered
about
like
a
lost
and
starving
dog
.
In
crossing
a
field
,
I
saw
the
church
spire
before
me
:
I
hastened
towards
it
.
Near
the
churchyard
,
and
in
the
middle
of
a
garden
,
stood
a
well-built
though
small
house
,
which
I
had
no
doubt
was
the
parsonage
.
I
remembered
that
strangers
who
arrive
at
a
place
where
they
have
no
friends
,
and
who
want
employment
,
sometimes
apply
to
the
clergyman
for
introduction
and
aid
.
It
is
the
clergyman
's
function
to
help
--
at
least
with
advice
--
those
who
wished
to
help
themselves
.
I
seemed
to
have
something
like
a
right
to
seek
counsel
here
.
Renewing
then
my
courage
,
and
gathering
my
feeble
remains
of
strength
,
I
pushed
on
.
I
reached
the
house
,
and
knocked
at
the
kitchen-door
.
An
old
woman
opened
:
I
asked
was
this
the
parsonage
?
"
Yes
.
"
"
Was
the
clergyman
in
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Would
he
be
in
soon
?
"
