He laughed. "It"s still a description which would fit thousands and thousands of men in this country. Why do you want those jewels
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, and I haven"t; and I"m going to have some of the things
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."
The old lady was silent for a moment, and then she said: "You want to take my jewels because they mean money.
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. To me they are memories. They all mean something in my life. If you think that I"ll give you the key to my safe
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, you are very much mistaken."
He stood up. He had suddenly become angry. "
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. What do I care about your memories, about your past, "each jewel a memory"," He laughed. "Well, I"ll tell you
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There"s your husband"s gold watch and chain; and there"s a little curl of hair from your child in the back of that diamond pin.
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, but jewels mean money, just that. That"s what they mean to me."
As he moved to go round the desk her hands shook with a rapid and angry-tap-tap-tap and she said, "
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Don"t you dare!"
"Then give me the key."
"You fools, go away."
But he did not go away; he moved slowly round the desk and stood at her side. If it had to be that way,
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! He had come too far, dreamt too long of this to back away now. Even so, there was something in him, which drew back at the thought of using force on such an old woman. She turned in her seat to face him. "Come on,
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," he said. "You"ve got no choice." He put out his cigarette and put the end of it carefully in his pocket.
A. I have never looked at the in that way
B. You"re a silly old woman
C. You did not ask me if you might smoke
D. You have plenty of money
E. give me the key
F. Memories are worth nothing to me
G. so that you can walk out of here with my memories
H. which you want
I. Don"t you dare to come near me
J. which you"ve enjoyed all your life
K. well that"s how it had to be
L. what I think of your memories