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Very much.

You must have known it before. Did you? [She does not answer.] Do you blame me?

No.

Do you think I have acted towards you—badly? No? Or towards anyone?

[Looks at him with a sad puzzled expression.] I have asked myself that question.

And the answer?

I could not answer it.

If I were a painter and told you I had a book of sketches of you you would not think it so strange, would you?

It is not quite the same case, is it?

[Smiles slightly.] Not quite. I told you also that I would not show you what I had written unless you asked to see it. Well?

I will not ask you.