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Stroeve
was
silent
again
,
and
he
stared
at
me
with
his
mouth
open
and
his
round
blue
eyes
starting
out
of
his
head
.
"
It
was
a
great
,
a
wonderful
picture
.
I
was
seized
with
awe
.
I
had
nearly
committed
a
dreadful
crime
.
I
moved
a
little
to
see
it
better
,
and
my
foot
knocked
against
the
scraper
.
I
shuddered
.
"
I
really
felt
something
of
the
emotion
that
had
caught
him
.
I
was
strangely
impressed
.
It
was
as
though
I
were
suddenly
transported
into
a
world
in
which
the
values
were
changed
.
I
stood
by
,
at
a
loss
,
like
a
stranger
in
a
land
where
the
reactions
of
man
to
familiar
things
are
all
different
from
those
he
has
known
.
Stroeve
tried
to
talk
to
me
about
the
picture
,
but
he
was
incoherent
,
and
I
had
to
guess
at
what
he
meant
.
Strickland
had
burst
the
bonds
that
hitherto
had
held
him
.
He
had
found
,
not
himself
,
as
the
phrase
goes
,
but
a
new
soul
with
unsuspected
powers
.
It
was
not
only
the
bold
simplification
of
the
drawing
which
showed
so
rich
and
so
singular
a
personality
;
it
was
not
only
the
painting
,
though
the
flesh
was
painted
with
a
passionate
sensuality
which
had
in
it
something
miraculous
;
it
was
not
only
the
solidity
,
so
that
you
felt
extraordinarily
the
weight
of
the
body
;
there
was
also
a
spirituality
,
troubling
and
new
,
which
led
the
imagination
along
unsuspected
ways
,
and
suggested
dim
empty
spaces
,
lit
only
by
the
eternal
stars
,
where
the
soul
,
all
naked
,
adventured
fearful
to
the
discovery
of
new
mysteries
.
If
I
am
rhetorical
it
is
because
Stroeve
was
rhetorical
.
(
Do
we
not
know
that
man
in
moments
of
emotion
expresses
himself
naturally
in
the
terms
of
a
novelette
?
)
Stroeve
was
trying
to
express
a
feeling
which
he
had
never
known
before
,
and
he
did
not
know
how
to
put
it
into
common
terms
.
He
was
like
the
mystic
seeking
to
describe
the
ineffable
.
But
one
fact
he
made
clear
to
me
;
people
talk
of
beauty
lightly
,
and
having
no
feeling
for
words
,
they
use
that
one
carelessly
,
so
that
it
loses
its
force
;
and
the
thing
it
stands
for
,
sharing
its
name
with
a
hundred
trivial
objects
,
is
deprived
of
dignity
.
They
call
beautiful
a
dress
,
a
dog
,
a
sermon
;
and
when
they
are
face
to
face
with
Beauty
cannot
recognise
it
.
The
false
emphasis
with
which
they
try
to
deck
their
worthless
thoughts
blunts
their
susceptibilities
.
Like
the
charlatan
who
counterfeits
a
spiritual
force
he
has
sometimes
felt
,
they
lose
the
power
they
have
abused
.
But
Stroeve
,
the
unconquerable
buffoon
,
had
a
love
and
an
understanding
of
beauty
which
were
as
honest
and
sincere
as
was
his
own
sincere
and
honest
soul
.
It
meant
to
him
what
God
means
to
the
believer
,
and
when
he
saw
it
he
was
afraid
.
"
What
did
you
say
to
Strickland
when
you
saw
him
?
"
"
I
asked
him
to
come
with
me
to
Holland
.
"
I
was
dumbfounded
.
I
could
only
look
at
Stroeve
in
stupid
amazement
.
"
We
both
loved
Blanche
.
There
would
have
been
room
for
him
in
my
mother
’
s
house
.
I
think
the
company
of
poor
,
simple
people
would
have
done
his
soul
a
great
good
.
I
think
he
might
have
learnt
from
them
something
that
would
be
very
useful
to
him
.
"
