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           andmadehimsitdownonit."Ipaintedoneofthemonce-she’snotheretoday-andeversincethenthey’vebeenfollowingmeabout.IfI’mheretheyonlycomeinwhenIallowit,butassoonasI’vegoneoutthere’salwaysatleastoneoftheminhere.Theyhadakeymadetomydoorandlenditroundtoeachother.It’shardtoimaginewhatapainthatis.SupposeIcomebackhomewithaladyI’mgoingtopaint,Iopenthedoorwithmyownkeyandfindthehunchbackthereorsomething,bythetablepaintingherlipsredwithmypaintbrush,andmeanwhileherlittlesisterswillbekeepingguardforher,movingaboutandcausingchaosineverycorneroftheroom.Orelse,likehappenedyesterday,Imightcomebackhomelateintheevening-pleaseforgivemyappearanceandtheroombeinginamess,itistodowiththem-so,Imightcomehomelateintheeveningandwanttogotobed,thenIfeelsomethingpinchingmyleg,lookunderthebedandpullanotherofthemoutfromunderit.Idon’tknowwhyitistheybothermelikethis,Iexpectyou’vejustseenthatIdonothingtoencouragethemtocomenearme.Andtheymakeithardformetodomyworktoo,ofcourse.IfIdidn’tgetthisstudiofornothingI’dhavemovedoutalongtimeago."Justthen,alittlevoice,tenderandanxious,calledoutfromunderthedoor,"Titorelli,canwecomeinnow?""No,"answeredthepainter."Notevenjustme,bymyself?"thevoiceaskedagain."Notevenjustyou,"saidthepainter,ashewenttothedoorandlockedit.

           Meanwhile,K.