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Of course, this trivial incident could not with me end in that. I often met that officer afterwards in the street and noticed him very carefully. I am not quite sure whether he recognised me, I imagine not; I judge from certain signs. But I I stared at him with spite and hatred and so it went on ... for several years. My resentment grew even deeper with years. At first I began making stealthy inquiries about this officer.