自深深处读后感五百字集合(3)

Why did you not write to me? Was it cowardice?Was it callousness? What was it? The fact that I wasoutraged with you, and had expressed my sense ofthe outrage, was all the more reason for writing. Ifyou thought my letter just, you should have written.If you thought it in the smallest point unjust, youshould have written. I waited for a letter. I felt surethat at last you would see that, if old affection,much-protested love, the thousand acts of illrequitedkindness I had showered on you, thethousand unpaid debts of gratitude you owed me—that if all these were nothing to you, mere dutyitself, most barren of all bonds between man andman, should have made you write