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The bond of pain bound me very close to Lola.
"What are you going to do with your life ?" I asked her one day.
"So long as I have you as a friend, it doesn't greatly matter." "You forget," I said, "that you can't have me much longer." "Are you going to leave me?
It's not because I have dragged you through all this dirt and horror.

Another woman might say that of another man--but not I of you.

Why are you going to leave me?
I want so little--only to see you now and then--to keep the heart in me." "Can't you realise, that what I said in London is true ?" "No.