
[3874] I waited for my image to come back, I watched it as it trembled towards
an ever increasing likeness.
[3875] Now and then a drop, falling from my face,
shattered it again.
[3876] I did not see a soul all day.
[3877] But towards evening
I heard a prowling about the shelter.
[3878] I did not move,
[3879] and the footsteps
died away.
[3880] But a little later, having left the shelter for some reason
or other, I saw a man a few paces off, standing motionless.
[3884] That is to say I looked him full in
the face, as I always do, to make people think I am not afraid, whereas he
merely threw me a rapid glance from time to time, then lowered his eyes,
less from timidity apparently than in order quietly to think over what
he had just seen, before adding to it.
[3885] There was a coldness in his stare,
and a thrust, the like of which I never saw.
[3886] His face was pale and noble,
I could have done with it.
[3887] I was thinking he could not be much over fifty-
-five when he took off his hat, held it for a moment in his hand, then
put it back on his head.
[3888] No resemblance to what is called raising one's
hat.
[3889] But I thought it advisable to nod.
[3890] The hat was quite extraordinary,
in shape and colour.
[3891] I shall not attempt to describe it, it was like none
I had ever seen.
[3892] He had a huge shock of dirty snow-white hair.
[3893] I had
time, before he squeezed it in back under his hat, to see the way it
swelled up on his skull.
[3894] His face was dirty and hairy, yes, pale, noble,
dirty and hairy.
[3895] He made a curious movement, like a hen that puffs up
its feathers and slowly dwindles till it is smaller than before.
[3896] I thought
he was going to depart without a word to me.
[3897] But suddenly he asked me to
give him a piece of bread.
[3898] He accompanied this humiliating request with
a fiery ll [place = overwritten] ook.
[3899] His accent was that of a foreigner or of one who had lost
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