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They had talked, however, of Valentin, and she had made no secret of her extreme affection for her younger brother. Newman listened sometimes with a certain harmless jealousy; he would have liked to divert some of her tender allusions to his own credit. Once Madame de Cintre told him with a little air of triumph about something that Valentin had done which she thought very much to his honor. It was a service he had rendered to an old friend of the family; something more “serious” than Valentin was usually supposed capable of being. The mecca of Jazz coltrane poster. Newman said he was glad to hear of it, and then began to talk about something which lay upon his own heart. Madame de Cintre listened, but after a while she said, “I don’t like the way you speak of my brother Valentin.” Hereupon Newman, surprised, said that he had never spoken of him but kindly. “It is too kindly,” said Madame de Cintre. “It is a kindness that costs nothing; it is the kindness you show to a child. It is as if you didn’t respect him.”
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“Respect him? Why I think I do.” “You think? If you are not sure, it is no respect.” “Do you respect him?” said Newman. “If you do, I do.” “If one loves a person, that is a question one is not bound to answer,” said Madame de Cintre. “You should not have asked it of me, then. I am very fond of your brother.” “He amuses you. But you would not like to resemble him.” “I shouldn’t like to resemble any one. It is hard enough work resembling one’s self.” “What do you mean,” asked Madame de Cintre, “by resembling one’s self?”