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"
Do
you
know
that
you
haven
’
t
asked
anything
about
your
wife
and
children
?
Do
you
never
think
of
them
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
I
wish
you
weren
’
t
so
damned
monosyllabic
.
Have
you
never
had
a
moment
’
s
regret
for
all
the
unhappiness
you
caused
them
?
"
His
lips
broke
into
a
smile
,
and
he
shook
his
head
.
"
I
should
have
thought
sometimes
you
couldn
’
t
help
thinking
of
the
past
.
I
don
’
t
mean
the
past
of
seven
or
eight
years
ago
,
but
further
back
still
,
when
you
first
met
your
wife
,
and
loved
her
,
and
married
her
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
the
joy
with
which
you
first
took
her
in
your
arms
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
of
the
past
.
The
only
thing
that
matters
is
the
everlasting
present
.
"
I
thought
for
a
moment
over
this
reply
.
It
was
obscure
,
perhaps
,
but
I
thought
that
I
saw
dimly
his
meaning
.
"
Are
you
happy
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Yes
.
"
