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You were no model to me. You were the fountainhead of my achievement.

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[Is silent for a short time.] What poems have you made since? In marble I mean. Since the day I left you.

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I have made no poems since that day—only frittered away my life in modelling.

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And that woman, whom you are now living with?

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[Interrupting vehemently.] Do not speak of her now! It makes me tingle with shame.

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Where are you thinking of going with her?

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[Slack and weary.] Oh, on a tedious coasting-voyage to the North, I suppose.

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[''Looks at him, smiles almost imperceptibly, and whispers''.] You should rather go high up into the mountains. As high as ever you can. Higher, higher,—always higher, Arnold.