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"
Yes
.
I
couldn
’
t
make
head
or
tail
of
it
.
Have
I
offended
you
?
"
"
Oh
no
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
like
being
treated
like
a
kept
boy
.
I
like
having
it
thrown
in
my
face
that
even
my
tips
have
to
be
given
me
.
I
thought
it
rather
strange
that
you
didn
’
t
send
me
the
money
for
a
third
-
class
ticket
back
to
London
.
"
Although
Julia
was
in
a
pitiable
state
of
anxiety
,
so
that
she
could
hardly
get
the
words
out
of
her
mouth
,
she
almost
smiled
at
his
fatuous
irony
.
He
was
a
silly
little
thing
.
"
But
you
can
’
t
imagine
that
I
wanted
to
hurt
your
feelings
.
You
surely
know
me
well
enough
to
know
that
’
s
the
last
thing
I
should
do
.
"
"
That
only
makes
it
worse
.
"
(
"
Damn
and
curse
,
"
thought
Julia
.
)
"
I
ought
never
to
have
let
you
make
me
those
presents
.
I
should
never
have
let
you
lend
me
money
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
mean
.
It
’
s
all
some
horrible
misunderstanding
.
Come
and
fetch
me
after
the
play
and
we
’
ll
have
it
out
.
I
know
I
can
explain
.
"
"
I
’
m
going
to
dinner
with
my
people
and
I
shall
sleep
at
home
.
"
"
Tomorrow
then
.
"
"
I
’
m
engaged
tomorrow
.
"
"
I
must
see
you
,
Tom
.
We
’
ve
been
too
much
to
one
another
to
part
like
this
.
You
can
’
t
condemn
me
unheard
.
It
’
s
so
unjust
to
punish
me
for
no
fault
of
mine
.
"
