‘Why shouldn’t I kill myself if I want to?’ he demanded. She replied to that quite seriously. ‘Because it’s wrong.’ ‘Why is it wrong?’ She looked at him doubtfully. She was not disturbed in her own belief, but she was much too inarticulate to explain her reaction. ‘Well—I mean—it’s wicked to kill yourself. You’ve got to go on living whether you like it or not.’ ‘Why have you?’ ‘Well, there are other people to consider, aren’t there?’ ‘Not in my case. There’s not a soul in the world who’d be the worse for my passing on.’ ‘Haven’t you got any relations? No mother or sisters or anything?’ ‘No. I
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