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"
Now
may
I
go
?
"
"
Wait
one
second
longer
.
"
He
looked
round
his
studio
wearily
;
he
had
loved
it
because
her
presence
had
made
it
gay
and
homelike
;
he
shut
his
eyes
for
an
instant
;
then
he
gave
her
a
long
look
as
though
to
impress
on
his
mind
the
picture
of
her
.
He
got
up
and
took
his
hat
.
"
No
;
I
’
ll
go
.
"
"
You
?
"
She
was
startled
.
She
did
not
know
what
he
meant
.
"
I
can
’
t
bear
to
think
of
you
living
in
that
horrible
,
filthy
attic
.
After
all
,
this
is
your
home
just
as
much
as
mine
.
You
’
ll
be
comfortable
here
.
You
’
ll
be
spared
at
least
the
worst
privations
.
"
He
went
to
the
drawer
in
which
he
kept
his
money
and
took
out
several
bank
-
notes
.
"
I
would
like
to
give
you
half
what
I
’
ve
got
here
.
"
He
put
them
on
the
table
.
Neither
Strickland
nor
his
wife
spoke
.
