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"
Yes
,
he
did
.
.
.
But
what
I
mean
is
—
"
"
I
know
what
you
mean
.
"
"
But
there
’
s
no
reason
why
you
should
have
to
feel
concern
for
me
.
.
.
I
didn
’
t
come
here
to
complain
and
.
.
.
and
load
another
burden
on
your
shoulders
.
.
.
That
I
happen
to
suffer
,
doesn
’
t
give
me
a
claim
on
you
.
"
"
No
,
it
doesn
’
t
.
But
that
you
value
all
the
things
I
value
,
does
.
"
"
You
mean
.
.
.
if
you
want
to
talk
to
me
,
it
’
s
not
alms
?
Not
just
because
you
feel
sorry
for
me
?
"
"
I
feel
terribly
sorry
for
you
,
Cherryl
,
and
I
’
d
like
to
help
you
—
not
because
you
suffer
,
but
because
you
haven
’
t
deserved
to
suffer
.
"
"
You
mean
,
you
wouldn
’
t
be
kind
to
anything
weak
or
whining
or
rotten
about
me
?
Only
to
whatever
you
see
in
me
that
’
s
good
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
Cherryl
did
not
move
her
head
,
but
she
looked
as
if
it
were
lifted
—
as
if
some
bracing
current
were
relaxing
her
features
into
that
rare
look
which
combines
pain
and
dignity
.
