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Then
his
face
grew
bitterly
scornful
.
"
What
poor
minds
women
have
got
!
Love
.
It
’
s
always
love
.
They
think
a
man
leaves
only
because
he
wants
others
.
Do
you
think
I
should
be
such
a
fool
as
to
do
what
I
’
ve
done
for
a
woman
?
"
"
Do
you
mean
to
say
you
didn
’
t
leave
your
wife
for
another
woman
?
"
"
Of
course
not
.
"
"
On
your
word
of
honour
?
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
I
asked
for
that
.
It
was
very
ingenuous
of
me
.
"
On
my
word
of
honour
.
"
"
Then
,
what
in
God
’
s
name
have
you
left
her
for
?
"
"
I
want
to
paint
.
"
I
looked
at
him
for
quite
a
long
time
.
I
did
not
understand
.
I
thought
he
was
mad
.
It
must
be
remembered
that
I
was
very
young
,
and
I
looked
upon
him
as
a
middle
-
aged
man
.
I
forgot
everything
but
my
own
amazement
.
