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Chapter XXVII

           

           "Idon’tthinkIunderstand,"Isaid.

           "Stricklandcan’tworkwithanyoneelseinthestudio."

           "Damnitall,it’syourstudio.That’shislookout."

           Helookedatmepitifully.Hislipsweretrembling.

           "Whathappened?"Iasked,rathersharply.

           Hehesitatedandflushed.Heglancedunhappilyatoneofthepicturesonthewall.

           "Hewouldn’tletmegoonpainting.Hetoldmetogetout."

           "Butwhydidn’tyoutellhimtogotohell?"

           "Heturnedmeout.Icouldn’tverywellstrugglewithhim.Hethrewmyhatafterme,andlockedthedoor."

           IwasfuriouswithStrickland,andwasindignantwithmyself,becauseDirkStroevecutsuchanabsurdfigurethatIfeltinclinedtolaugh.

           "Butwhatdidyourwifesay?"

           "She’dgoneouttodothemarketing."

           "Ishegoingtoletherin?"

           "Idon’tknow."

           IgazedatStroevewithperplexity.Hestoodlikeaschoolboywithwhomamasterisfindingfault.

           "ShallIgetridofStricklandforyou?"Iasked.

           Hegavealittlestart,andhisshiningfacegrewveryred.

           "No.You’dbetternotdoanything."

           Henoddedtomeandwalkedaway.Itwasclearthatforsomereasonhedidnotwanttodiscussthematter.Ididnotunderstand.

           

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