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"
You
have
not
the
courage
of
your
convictions
.
Life
has
no
value
.
Blanche
Stroeve
didn
’
t
commit
suicide
because
I
left
her
,
but
because
she
was
a
foolish
and
unbalanced
woman
.
But
we
’
ve
talked
about
her
quite
enough
;
she
was
an
entirely
unimportant
person
.
Come
,
and
I
’
ll
show
you
my
pictures
.
"
He
spoke
as
though
I
were
a
child
that
needed
to
be
distracted
.
I
was
sore
,
but
not
with
him
so
much
as
with
myself
.
I
thought
of
the
happy
life
that
pair
had
led
in
the
cosy
studio
in
Montmartre
,
Stroeve
and
his
wife
,
their
simplicity
,
kindness
,
and
hospitality
;
it
seemed
to
me
cruel
that
it
should
have
been
broken
to
pieces
by
a
ruthless
chance
;
but
the
cruellest
thing
of
all
was
that
in
fact
it
made
no
great
difference
.
The
world
went
on
,
and
no
one
was
a
penny
the
worse
for
all
that
wretchedness
.
I
had
an
idea
that
Dirk
,
a
man
of
greater
emotional
reactions
than
depth
of
feeling
,
would
soon
forget
;
and
Blanche
’
s
life
,
begun
with
who
knows
what
bright
hopes
and
what
dreams
,
might
just
as
well
have
never
been
lived
.
It
all
seemed
useless
and
inane
.
Strickland
had
found
his
hat
,
and
stood
looking
at
me
.
"
Are
you
coming
?
"
"
Why
do
you
seek
my
acquaintance
?
"
I
asked
him
.
"
You
know
that
I
hate
and
despise
you
.
"
He
chuckled
good
-
humouredly
.
"
Your
only
quarrel
with
me
really
is
that
I
don
’
t
care
a
twopenny
damn
what
you
think
about
me
.
"
I
felt
my
cheeks
grow
red
with
sudden
anger
.
It
was
impossible
to
make
him
understand
that
one
might
be
outraged
by
his
callous
selfishness
.
I
longed
to
pierce
his
armour
of
complete
indifference
.
I
knew
also
that
in
the
end
there
was
truth
in
what
he
said
.
Unconsciously
,
perhaps
,
we
treasure
the
power
we
have
over
people
by
their
regard
for
our
opinion
of
them
,
and
we
hate
those
upon
whom
we
have
no
such
influence
.
I
suppose
it
is
the
bitterest
wound
to
human
pride
.
But
I
would
not
let
him
see
that
I
was
put
out
.
"
Is
it
possible
for
any
man
to
disregard
others
entirely
?
"
I
said
,
though
more
to
myself
than
to
him
.
"
You
’
re
dependent
on
others
for
everything
in
existence
.
It
’
s
a
preposterous
attempt
to
try
to
live
only
for
yourself
and
by
yourself
.
Sooner
or
later
you
’
ll
be
ill
and
tired
and
old
,
and
then
you
’
ll
crawl
back
into
the
herd
.
Won
’
t
you
be
ashamed
when
you
feel
in
your
heart
the
desire
for
comfort
and
sympathy
?
You
’
re
trying
an
impossible
thing
