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"
But
think
of
the
great
artists
of
the
past
—
Raphael
,
Michael
Angelo
,
Ingres
,
Delacroix
—
they
were
all
successful
.
"
"
Let
us
go
,
"
said
Stroeve
to
me
,
"
or
I
shall
kill
this
man
.
"
I
saw
Strickland
not
infrequently
,
and
now
and
then
played
chess
with
him
.
He
was
of
uncertain
temper
.
Sometimes
he
would
sit
silent
and
abstracted
,
taking
no
notice
of
anyone
;
and
at
others
,
when
he
was
in
a
good
humour
,
he
would
talk
in
his
own
halting
way
.
He
never
said
a
clever
thing
,
but
he
had
a
vein
of
brutal
sarcasm
which
was
not
ineffective
,
and
he
always
said
exactly
what
he
thought
.
He
was
indifferent
to
the
susceptibilities
of
others
,
and
when
he
wounded
them
was
amused
.
He
was
constantly
offending
Dirk
Stroeve
so
bitterly
that
he
flung
away
,
vowing
he
would
never
speak
to
him
again
;
but
there
was
a
solid
force
in
Strickland
that
attracted
the
fat
Dutchman
against
his
will
,
so
that
he
came
back
,
fawning
like
a
clumsy
dog
,
though
he
knew
that
his
only
greeting
would
be
the
blow
he
dreaded
.
I
do
not
know
why
Strickland
put
up
with
me
.
Our
relations
were
peculiar
.
One
day
he
asked
me
to
lend
him
fifty
francs
.
"
I
wouldn
’
t
dream
of
it
,
"
I
replied
.
"
Why
not
?
"
"
It
wouldn
’
t
amuse
me
.
"
"
I
’
m
frightfully
hard
up
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
care
.
"
"
You
don
’
t
care
if
I
starve
?
"
