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"
But
,
my
dear
fellow
,
how
did
you
come
here
?
"
I
explained
the
whole
state
of
the
case
,
repeated
the
same
story
as
last
night
,
lied
without
winking
,
lied
with
frankness
--
had
been
out
rather
late
,
worse
luck
...
café
...
lost
door-key
...
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
smiled
;
"
that
's
the
way
!
Did
you
sleep
well
then
?
"
I
answered
,
"
Like
a
Cabinet
Minister
--
like
a
Cabinet
Minister
!
"
"
I
am
glad
to
hear
it
,
"
he
said
,
and
he
stood
up
.
"
Good-morning
.
"
And
I
went
!
A
ticket
!
a
ticket
for
me
too
!
I
have
not
eaten
for
more
than
three
long
days
and
nights
.
A
loaf
!
But
no
one
offered
me
a
ticket
,
and
I
dared
not
demand
one
.
It
would
have
roused
suspicion
at
once
.
They
would
begin
to
poke
their
noses
into
my
private
affairs
,
and
discover
who
I
really
was
;
they
might
arrest
me
for
false
pretences
;
and
so
,
with
elevated
head
,
the
carriage
of
a
millionaire
,
and
hands
thrust
under
my
coat-tails
,
I
stride
out
of
the
guard-house
.
The
sun
shone
warmly
,
early
as
it
was
.
It
was
ten
o'clock
,
and
the
traffic
in
Young
's
Market
was
in
full
swing
.
Which
way
should
I
take
?
I
slapped
my
pockets
and
felt
for
my
manuscript
.
At
eleven
I
would
try
and
see
the
editor
.
I
stand
a
while
on
the
balustrade
,
and
watch
the
bustle
under
me
.
Meanwhile
,
my
clothes
commenced
to
steam
.
Hunger
put
in
its
appearance
afresh
,
gnawed
at
my
breast
,
clutched
me
,
and
gave
small
,
sharp
stabs
that
caused
me
pain
.
Had
I
not
a
friend
--
an
acquaintance
whom
I
could
apply
to
?
I
ransack
my
memory
to
find
a
man
good
for
a
penny
piece
,
and
fail
to
find
him
.
