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"
A
hospital
!
He
needs
the
care
of
loving
hands
.
He
must
be
treated
with
infinite
tact
.
"
I
was
surprised
to
see
how
moved
she
was
.
She
went
on
laying
the
table
,
but
her
hands
trembled
.
"
I
have
no
patience
with
you
.
Do
you
think
if
you
were
ill
he
would
stir
a
finger
to
help
you
?
"
"
But
what
does
that
matter
?
I
should
have
you
to
nurse
me
.
It
wouldn
’
t
be
necessary
.
And
besides
,
I
’
m
different
;
I
’
m
not
of
any
importance
.
"
"
You
have
no
more
spirit
than
a
mongrel
cur
.
You
lie
down
on
the
ground
and
ask
people
to
trample
on
you
.
"
Stroeve
gave
a
little
laugh
.
He
thought
he
understood
the
reason
of
his
wife
’
s
attitude
.
"
Oh
,
my
poor
dear
,
you
’
re
thinking
of
that
day
he
came
here
to
look
at
my
pictures
.
What
does
it
matter
if
he
didn
’
t
think
them
any
good
?
It
was
stupid
of
me
to
show
them
to
him
.
I
dare
say
they
’
re
not
very
good
.
"
He
looked
round
the
studio
ruefully
.
On
the
easel
was
a
half
-
finished
picture
of
a
smiling
Italian
peasant
,
holding
a
bunch
of
grapes
over
the
head
of
a
dark
-
eyed
girl
.
"
Even
if
he
didn
’
t
like
them
he
should
have
been
civil
.
He
needn
’
t
have
insulted
you
.
He
showed
that
he
despised
you
,
and
you
lick
his
hand
.
Oh
,
I
hate
him
.
"
"
Dear
child
,
he
has
genius
.
You
don
’
t
think
I
believe
that
I
have
it
.
I
wish
I
had
;
but
I
know
it
when
I
see
it
,
and
I
honour
it
with
all
my
heart
.
It
’
s
the
most
wonderful
thing
in
the
world
.
It
’
s
a
great
burden
to
its
possessors
.
