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"
Why
do
you
ask
me
?
"
"
Not
out
of
charity
,
"
I
answered
coolly
.
"
I
don
’
t
really
care
a
twopenny
damn
if
you
starve
or
not
.
"
His
eyes
lit
up
again
.
"
Come
on
,
then
,
"
he
said
,
getting
up
.
"
I
’
d
like
a
decent
meal
.
"
I
let
him
take
me
to
a
restaurant
of
his
choice
,
but
on
the
way
I
bought
a
paper
.
When
we
had
ordered
our
dinner
,
I
propped
it
against
a
bottle
of
St
.
Galmier
and
began
to
read
.
We
ate
in
silence
.
I
felt
him
looking
at
me
now
and
again
,
but
I
took
no
notice
.
I
meant
to
force
him
to
conversation
.
"
Is
there
anything
in
the
paper
?
"
he
said
,
as
we
approached
the
end
of
our
silent
meal
.
I
fancied
there
was
in
his
tone
a
slight
note
of
exasperation
.
"
I
always
like
to
read
the
feuilleton
on
the
drama
,
"
I
said
.
I
folded
the
paper
and
put
it
down
beside
me
.
"
I
’
ve
enjoyed
my
dinner
,
"
he
remarked
.
