About two o'clock p.m. I entered the village.
At the bottom of its one street there was a little shop with some cakes of bread in the window.
I coveted a cake of bread.
With that refreshment I could perhaps regain a degree of energy:
without it, it would be difficult to proceed.
The wish to have some strength and some vigour returned to me as soon as I was amongst my fellow-beings.
I felt it would be degrading to faint with hunger on the causeway of a hamlet.
Had I nothing about me I could offer in exchange for one of these rolls? I considered.
I had a small silk handkerchief tied round my throat; I had my gloves.
I could hardly tell how men and women in extremities of destitution proceeded.
I did not know whether either of these articles would be accepted: probably they would not; but I must try.