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"
Of
course
it
doesn
’
t
much
matter
to
you
,
but
to
me
it
’
s
so
serious
,
so
intensely
serious
.
"
I
was
sorry
if
I
had
seemed
impatient
or
flippant
.
"
Will
you
do
something
for
me
?
"
asked
Stroeve
.
"
Willingly
.
"
"
Will
you
write
to
Blanche
for
me
?
"
"
Why
can
’
t
you
write
yourself
?
"
"
I
’
ve
written
over
and
over
again
.
I
didn
’
t
expect
her
to
answer
.
I
don
’
t
think
she
reads
the
letters
.
"
"
You
make
no
account
of
feminine
curiosity
.
Do
you
think
she
could
resist
?
"
"
She
could
—
mine
.
"
I
looked
at
him
quickly
.
He
lowered
his
eyes
.
That
answer
of
his
seemed
to
me
strangely
humiliating
.
He
was
conscious
that
she
regarded
him
with
an
indifference
so
profound
that
the
sight
of
his
handwriting
would
have
not
the
slightest
effect
on
her
.
