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"
No
.
"
"
Did
she
love
you
?
"
"
Yes
.
She
had
no
other
reason
to
marry
me
.
"
"
Poor
thing
!
You
used
her
,
and
you
dropped
her
.
"
"
Does
it
disappoint
you
?
"
"
No
,
I
do
n't
think
so
.
I
rather
admire
you
for
it
,
actually
.
But
I
do
feel
very
sorry
for
her
,
and
it
makes
me
more
determined
than
ever
not
to
land
in
the
same
soup
she
did
.
"
"
Admire
me
?
"
His
tone
was
blank
,
astonished
.
"
Why
not
?
I
'm
not
looking
for
the
things
in
you
she
undoubtedly
did
,
now
am
I
?
I
like
you
,
you
're
my
friend
.
She
loved
you
,
you
were
her
husband
.
"
"
I
think
,
Herzchen
,
"
he
said
a
little
sadly
,
"
that
ambitious
men
are
not
very
kind
to
their
women
.
"
"
That
's
because
they
usually
fall
for
utter
doormats
of
women
,
the
'
Yes
,
dear
,
no
,
dear
,
three
bags
full
,
dear
,
and
where
would
you
like
it
put
?
'
sort
.
Hard
cheese
all
round
,
I
say
.
