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Chapter XXII

           Sometimesheembarrassedhiswife,andtheonlytimeIsawherputoutofcountenancewaswhenheinsistedontellingmethathehadtakenapurge,andwentintosomewhatrealisticdetailsonthesubject.Theperfectseriousnesswithwhichhenarratedhismisfortunesconvulsedmewithlaughter,andthisaddedtoMrs.Stroeve’sirritation.

           "Youseemtolikemakingafoolofyourself,"shesaid.

           Hisroundeyesgrewrounderstill,andhisbrowpuckeredindismayashesawthatshewasangry.

           "Sweetheart,haveIvexedyou?I’llnevertakeanother.ItwasonlybecauseIwasbilious.Ileadasedentarylife.Idon’ttakeenoughexercise.ForthreedaysIhadn’t..."

           "Forgoodnesssake,holdyourtongue,"sheinterrupted,tearsofannoyanceinhereyes.

           Hisfacefell,andhepoutedhislipslikeascoldedchild.Hegavemealookofappeal,sothatImightputthingsright,but,unabletocontrolmyself,Ishookwithhelplesslaughter.

           Wewentonedaytothepicture-dealerinwhoseshopStroevethoughthecouldshowmeatleasttwoorthreeofStrickland’spictures,butwhenwearrivedweretoldthatStricklandhimselfhadtakenthemaway.Thedealerdidnotknowwhy.

           "Butdon’timaginetoyourselfthatImakemyselfbadbloodonthataccount.ItookthemtoobligeMonsieurStroeve,andIsaidIwouldsellthemifIcould.Butreally—"Heshruggedhisshoulders."I’minterestedintheyoungmen,butvoyons,youyourself,MonsieurStroeve,youdon’tthinkthere’sanytalentthere."

           "Igiveyoumywordofhonour,there’snoonepaintingto-dayinwhosetalentIammoreconvinced

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