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"
He
’
s
a
very
bad
painter
.
"
"
But
a
very
good
man
.
"
"
And
an
excellent
cook
,
"
Strickland
added
derisively
.
His
callousness
was
inhuman
,
and
in
my
indignation
I
was
not
inclined
to
mince
my
words
.
"
As
a
mere
matter
of
curiosity
I
wish
you
’
d
tell
me
,
have
you
felt
the
smallest
twinge
of
remorse
for
Blanche
Stroeve
’
s
death
?
"
I
watched
his
face
for
some
change
of
expression
,
but
it
remained
impassive
.
"
Why
should
I
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Let
me
put
the
facts
before
you
.
You
were
dying
,
and
Dirk
Stroeve
took
you
into
his
own
house
.
He
nursed
you
like
a
mother
.
He
sacrificed
his
time
and
his
comfort
and
his
money
for
you
.
He
snatched
you
from
the
jaws
of
death
.
"
Strickland
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
The
absurd
little
man
enjoys
doing
things
for
other
people
.
That
’
s
his
life
.
"
