Dio un sobresalto repentino; otro pensamiento, que había tenido ayer, se le deslizó de nuevo en la mente. Pero no se sobresaltó porque el pensamiento volviera a él, pues sabía, lo había sentido de antemano, que tenía que volver, lo estaba esperando; además, no era solo el pensamiento de ayer.
La diferencia era que hacía un mes, ayer mismo, el pensamiento no era más que un sueño: pero ahora... ahora no parecía en absoluto un sueño, había adquirido una forma nueva, amenazadora y totalmente insólita, y él mismo se dio cuenta de pronto. …
Sintió un martilleo en la cabeza y se le nubló la vista.
He looked round hurriedly, he was searching for something. He wanted to sit down and was looking for a seat; he was walking along the K⸺ Boulevard. There was a seat about a hundred paces in front of him. He walked towards it as fast he could; but on the way he met with a little adventure which absorbed all his attention. Looking for the seat, he had noticed a woman walking some twenty paces in front of him, but at first he took no more notice of her than of other objects that crossed his path. It had happened to him many times going home not to notice the road by which he was going, and he was accustomed to walk like that. But there was at first sight something so strange about the woman in front of him, that gradually his attention was riveted upon her, at first reluctantly and, as it were, resentfully, and then more and more intently. He felt a sudden desire to find out what it was that was so strange about the woman. In the first place, she appeared to be a girl quite young, and she was walking in the great heat bareheaded and with no parasol or gloves, waving her arms about in an absurd way. She had on a dress of some light