Місяць і гріш

Chapter XLI

           "

           Iwassilentforawhile.

           "Whatdidyouexpecthertodowhenyoulefther?"

           "ShecouldhavegonebacktoStroeve,"hesaidirritably."Hewasreadytotakeher."

           "You’reinhuman,"Ianswered."It’sasuselesstotalktoyouaboutthesethingsastodescribecolourstoamanwhowasbornblind."

           Hestoppedinfrontofmychair,andstoodlookingdownatmewithanexpressioninwhichIreadacontemptuousamazement.

           "DoyoureallycareatwopennydamnifBlancheStroeveisaliveordead?"

           Ithoughtoverhisquestion,forIwantedtoanswerittruthfully,atalleventstomysoul.

           "Itmaybealackofsympathyinmyselfifitdoesnotmakeanygreatdifferencetomethatsheisdead.Lifehadagreatdealtoofferher.Ithinkit’sterriblethatsheshouldhavebeendeprivedofitinthatcruelway,andIamashamedbecauseIdonotreallycare."

           "Youhavenotthecourageofyourconvictions.Lifehasnovalue.BlancheStroevedidn’tcommitsuicidebecauseIlefther,butbecauseshewasafoolishandunbalancedwoman.Butwe’vetalkedaboutherquiteenough;shewasanentirelyunimportantperson.Come,andI’llshowyoumypictures."

           HespokeasthoughIwereachildthatneededtobedistracted.Iwassore,butnotwithhimsomuchaswithmyself.IthoughtofthehappylifethatpairhadledinthecosystudioinMontmartre,Stroeveandhiswife,theirsimplicity,kindness,andhospitality;itseemedtomecruelthatitshouldhavebeenbrokentopiecesbyaruthlesschance;butthecruellestthingofallwasthatinfactitmadenogreatdifference.

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