TE17 Mysterious Montenegro

the man was afraid of the light, that he perhaps fled from it like the devil shuns the cross, that’s what I thought, and he asked, Are you hungry? Should I bring some bread and a littlewine, towhich I nodded, and he said, Make yourself at home, and locked the door twice when he went out, then I saw there were two chairs in the roomand that the walls were paneled, what could I do among those shadows, I sat down on one of the beds and ran my hand over the canopy, my rough hands had never touched anything so fine, I gradually started to get nervous because the man hadn’t come and brought food like he promised, something was holding him up, that’s how it is with the rich, only empty promises to the unhappy workers, only unfulfilled promises, if it’s permitted for me to comment, so anyway, what could I do in that cold room, your thoughts buzz around in your head, if I’ve come here to work, to clean and to slave away, if he’s offered me the job of tidying the house, shouldn’t he have yoked me immediately so I could start to sweep and scrub like a mad thing straightaway, but here I am, like a lounger, waiting for the master to give his orders, and since I thought a bit like that, I suddenly felt even a bit glad to be loafing, although the darkness in the room was becoming ever thicker, at least that’s how it seemed to me, I don’t know how much time passed, and he still hadn’t come, so I asked myself once more where he was and what he was doing, and after a time, maybe an hour, I don’t know exactly, I heard the lock click twice, and there he was at the door, holding a candle in his hand, the flame illuminated his face from below, and that brings me to the part of the story that makes me blush even now, every women is ashamed when she stands before the law, and I know I have to report everything, down to the last detail, I’d much prefer to hold my tongue forever and forget it all, but the truth needs to be said, I have to tell someone about my suffering and my shame, as 105 Arceuil