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Godwin and Wulf ate, though not for hunger's sake, but of what they ate they remembered nothing who were watching Sinan and straining their ears to catch all he said without seeming to take note or listen. Although she strove to hide it and to appear indifferent, it was plain to them that Rosamund was much afraid.
"There's nothing to tell," I persisted. "But I guess you're right, and hunger's what's wrong with me." I managed to make a good meal I was desperately hungry now I came to think of it and Jim waited on me solicitously. He seemed somehow relieved that I manifested a keen appetite. "That's better," he said, as I declined cheese, and lighted a cigarette.
He looked at the men, and soon guessed what was the matter with them; he had often seen their complaint in Ireland. "Poor craythurs," he said, "it's hungry ye are, and hunger's a killing disorder. Stop ating they pays to wonst, or they'll kill ye, and come into the house, and we'll give ye something better." The men muttered, but kept snatching off the peas.
I should be glad to see you do so if it would make you happy; but never for my sake and never for hunger's sake; but for love's sake, yes; and God bless thee, pretty maman." "Clotilde, dear," said the unconscionable widow, "let me assure you, once for all, starvation is preferable. I mean for me, you understand, simply for me; that is my feeling on the subject."
D shrugged up his shoulders, and looked at us. "We've plenty of that same at home. But hunger's good sauce. Come, be spry, widow, and see about it, for I am very hungry." I inquired for a private room for myself and the children, but there were no private rooms in the house. The apartment we occupied was like the cobbler's stall in the old song, and I was obliged to attend upon them in public.
But the next morning, when we found him in the burning fever of an unmistakable relapse, he confessed that the German keeper of an eating-stall in the neighboring market, for his hunger's and the Fatherland's sake, had treated him to his "whole pifshtea-ak undt glahss be-eh." He lived only a few days.
"I'm eating, thank goodness!" said Peter, helping himself to a cold potato. "I had begun to think I never should again." "Eating!" "Eating. I know a man of sensibility and refinement ought to shrink from raiding his hostess's larder in the small hours, but hunger's death to the finer feelings. It's the solar plexus punch which puts one's better self down and out for the count of ten.
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