![]() ![]() The breeze blew it onward a little, and then it lay still.īy this time hunger had begun to assail me in earnest. I selected a white unwritten page, and-God knows where I got the notion from-but I made a cornet, closed it carefully, so that it looked as if it were filled with something, and threw it far out on to the pavement. It was a mechanical movement, an unconscious nervous twitch. Suddenly I dive into my pocket and take the papers out again. ![]() I count my belongings once more-half a penknife, a bunch of keys, but not a farthing. The sea stretched away in pearly blueness, and little birds flitted noiselessly by me from place to place.Ī policeman patrols in the distance otherwise there is not a soul visible, and the whole harbour is hushed in quiet. At last I got tired, and put the papers back in my pocket. I took my manuscript out of my pocket to try and decipher it, held it close up to my eyes, and ran through it, one line after the other. For old habit's sake I would please myself by reading through the bit I had just written, and which seemed to my suffering head the best thing I had ever done. I forgot my distress, and felt calmed by the view of the sea, which lay peaceful and lovely in the murkiness. At this moment not a sad thought troubled me. ![]()
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