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Then
he
recollected
something
else
"
Will
you
pack
up
my
clothes
and
leave
them
with
the
concierge
?
I
’
ll
come
and
fetch
them
to
-
morrow
.
"
He
tried
to
smile
.
"
Good
-
bye
,
my
dear
.
I
’
m
grateful
for
all
the
happiness
you
gave
me
in
the
past
.
"
He
walked
out
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
With
my
mind
’
s
eye
I
saw
Strickland
throw
his
hat
on
a
table
,
and
,
sitting
down
,
begin
to
smoke
a
cigarette
.
I
kept
silence
for
a
little
while
,
thinking
of
what
Stroeve
had
told
me
.
I
could
not
stomach
his
weakness
,
and
he
saw
my
disapproval
.
"
You
know
as
well
as
I
do
how
Strickland
lived
,
"
he
said
tremulously
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
let
her
live
in
those
circumstances
—
I
simply
couldn
’
t
.
"
"
That
’
s
your
business
,
"
I
answered
.
"
What
would
you
have
done
?
"
he
asked
.
"
She
went
with
her
eyes
open
.
If
she
had
to
put
up
with
certain
inconveniences
it
was
her
own
lookout
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
,
you
see
,
you
don
’
t
love
her
.
"
"
Do
you
love
her
still
?
"
"
Oh
,
more
than
ever
.
Strickland
isn
’
t
the
man
to
make
a
woman
happy
.
It
can
’
t
last
.
I
want
her
to
know
that
I
shall
never
fail
her
.
"
