The things we do!

I paid for the cab, went home, and wrote the following
letter:
"You would not let me write to you; will you not let me see you once
again? I will ask for you at the hotel at five to-morrow afternoon."
Should I have fixed an earlier hour? But the light in the forenoon was so
white; if I felt moved and my mouth twitched, I should look a dreadful
sight.
I took the letter round myself to the hotel, and went home again.
A long night--oh, how long were those hours! Now, when I ought to sleep
and stretch myself and feel refreshed, I could not. Day dawned, and I got
up. After a long ramble through the streets I came back home again, and
slept.
Hours pass. When I awake and come to my senses, I hurry anxiously to the
telephone to ask if Fruen had left.
No, Fruen had not left.
Thank Heaven then, it seemed she did not wish to run away from me; she
must have had my letter long since. No; I had called at an awkward hour
the evening before, that was all.
I had something to eat, lay down, and slept again.


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