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"
For
a
long
time
he
was
silent
.
Then
he
said
:
"
’
I
shall
stay
here
till
I
die
.
’
"
’
But
are
you
never
bored
or
lonely
?
’
I
asked
.
"
He
chuckled
.
"
’
Mon
pauvre
ami
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
is
evident
that
you
do
not
know
what
it
is
to
be
an
artist
.
’
"
Capitaine
Brunot
turned
to
me
with
a
gentle
smile
,
and
there
was
a
wonderful
look
in
his
dark
,
kind
eyes
.
"
He
did
me
an
injustice
,
for
I
too
know
what
it
is
to
have
dreams
.
I
have
my
visions
too
.
In
my
way
I
also
am
an
artist
.
"
We
were
all
silent
for
a
while
,
and
Tiare
fished
out
of
her
capacious
pocket
a
handful
of
cigarettes
.
She
handed
one
to
each
of
us
,
and
we
all
three
smoked
.
At
last
she
said
:
"
Since
ce
monsieur
is
interested
in
Strickland
,
why
do
you
not
take
him
to
see
Dr
Coutras
?
He
can
tell
him
something
about
his
illness
and
death
.
"
