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He
produced
the
paper
after
supper
,
and
dictated
an
absurd
letter
that
I
had
to
write
out
.
Then
the
trouble
started
.
I
had
prepared
a
little
note
,
written
in
my
smallest
writing
,
and
I
slipped
it
into
the
envelope
when
he
wasn
’
t
looking
.
It
was
very
small
,
and
in
the
best
spy
stories
wouldn
’
t
have
been
noticed
.
He
did
.
It
upset
him
.
Made
him
see
things
in
the
cold
light
of
reality
.
But
he
was
genuinely
shocked
that
I
should
be
frightened
.
He
can
’
t
imagine
himself
killing
or
raping
me
,
and
that
is
something
.
I
let
him
have
his
pet
,
but
in
the
end
I
went
and
tried
to
be
nice
to
him
(
because
I
knew
I
must
get
him
to
send
that
letter
)
.
It
was
a
job
.
I
’
ve
never
known
him
in
such
a
huff
.
Wouldn
’
t
he
call
it
a
day
,
and
let
me
go
home
?
No
.
What
did
he
want
to
do
with
me
then
?
Take
me
to
bed
?
He
gave
me
such
a
look
,
as
if
I
was
being
really
disgusting
.
Then
I
had
an
inspiration
.
I
acted
a
little
charade
.
His
oriental
slave
.
He
likes
me
to
play
the
fool
.
The
stupidest
things
I
do
he
calls
witty
.
He
has
even
got
in
the
habit
of
joining
in
,
stumbling
after
me
(
not
that
I
’
m
very
dazzling
)
like
a
giraffe
.
