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"
Yes
,
but
this
of
yours
,
which
is
supposed
to
be
an
attack
upon
him
,
I
don
’
t
understand
.
Of
course
,
if
originality
counts
—
"
He
stopped
her
with
an
impatient
gesture
that
was
not
followed
by
speech
.
He
became
suddenly
aware
that
she
was
speaking
and
that
she
had
been
speaking
for
some
time
.
"
After
all
,
your
writing
has
been
a
toy
to
you
,
"
she
was
saying
.
"
Surely
you
have
played
with
it
long
enough
.
It
is
time
to
take
up
life
seriously
—
our
life
,
Martin
.
Hitherto
you
have
lived
solely
your
own
.
"
"
You
want
me
to
go
to
work
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Yes
.
Father
has
offered
—
"
"
I
understand
all
that
,
"
he
broke
in
;
"
but
what
I
want
to
know
is
whether
or
not
you
have
lost
faith
in
me
?
"
She
pressed
his
hand
mutely
,
her
eyes
dim
.
"
In
your
writing
,
dear
,
"
she
admitted
in
a
half
-
whisper
.
"
You
’
ve
read
lots
of
my
stuff
,
"
he
went
on
brutally
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
?
Is
it
utterly
hopeless
?
How
does
it
compare
with
other
men
’
s
work
?
"
"
But
they
sell
theirs
,
and
you
—
don
’
t
.
"
"
That
doesn
’
t
answer
my
question
.
Do
you
think
that
literature
is
not
at
all
my
vocation
?
"
