I have travelled a dozen leagues to-day on foot.
This evening, when I arrived in these parts, I went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, which I had shown at the town-hall. I had to do it.
I went to an inn.
They said to me, Be off,' at both places. No one would take me. I went to the prison; the jailer would not admit me. I went into a dog's kennel; the dog bit me and chased me off, as though he had been a man. One would have said that he knew who I was. I went into the fields, intending to sleep in the open air, beneath the stars. There were no stars. I thought it was going to rain, and I re-entered the town, to seek the recess of a doorway. Yonder, in the square, I meant to sleep on a stone bench. A good woman pointed out your house to me, and said to me, Knock there!'
I have knocked. What is this place?
Do you keep an inn?
I have money--savings. One hundred and nine francs fifteen sous, which I earned in the galleys by my labor, in the course of ninet