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His
face
was
bright
with
the
creative
glow
,
though
she
shivered
in
the
cold
room
and
had
been
struck
by
the
coldness
of
his
hands
at
greeting
.
She
listened
closely
while
he
read
,
and
though
he
from
time
to
time
had
seen
only
disapprobation
in
her
face
,
at
the
close
he
asked
:
-
"
Frankly
,
what
do
you
think
of
it
?
"
"
I
—
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
she
,
answered
.
"
Will
it
—
do
you
think
it
will
sell
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
not
,
"
was
the
confession
.
"
It
’
s
too
strong
for
the
magazines
.
But
it
’
s
true
,
on
my
word
it
’
s
true
.
"
"
But
why
do
you
persist
in
writing
such
things
when
you
know
they
won
’
t
sell
?
"
she
went
on
inexorably
.
"
The
reason
for
your
writing
is
to
make
a
living
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Yes
,
that
’
s
right
;
but
the
miserable
story
got
away
with
me
.
I
couldn
’
t
help
writing
it
.
It
demanded
to
be
written
.
"
"
But
that
character
,
that
Wiki
-
Wiki
,
why
do
you
make
him
talk
so
roughly
?
Surely
it
will
offend
your
readers
,
and
surely
that
is
why
the
editors
are
justified
in
refusing
your
work
.
"
"
Because
the
real
Wiki
-
Wiki
would
have
talked
that
way
.
"
"
But
it
is
not
good
taste
.
"
"
It
is
life
,
"
he
replied
bluntly
.
"
It
is
real
.
It
is
true
.
And
I
must
write
life
as
I
see
it
.
"
