train again down Gennem Pilestrædet and standsed udenfor a Domestic Trade. There was fulness of time up af Mad in the window, and I decided myself to go and get me ind suffered on Vejen.
“A piece of cheese and French bread!” Said I and my slængte Half Crown on disk.
“Cheese and Bread for altsammen?” Spurgte wife ironically, uden that look at me.
“For the entire fifty cents, yes,” s vared my privacy.
I fik my Sager, said utterly høfligt Good morning to the old, fede Wife and betook myself sporenstrængs Slot upward slope to the park. I damn me a Bænk for myself and because that gnave grådigt af my Lunch pack. It was good, and it was farther since I saw a sharing of sea fået rundeligt meal, and I felt sustained by suffered the same mætte Peace of me, as one feels after a long greedy. Mit Mod step stærkt, it was me no farther enough that writing an Article about something so simple and ligetil the Future of Crime, which desuden anybody could gætte him to, all present read the changing himself to history, I felt