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"
Oh
,
for
goodness
sake
,
let
me
be
.
You
drive
me
to
distraction
.
"
Then
at
last
the
tears
came
.
She
sank
into
a
chair
,
and
buried
her
face
in
her
hands
.
Her
shoulders
shook
convulsively
.
In
a
moment
Dirk
was
on
his
knees
beside
her
,
with
his
arms
round
her
,
kissing
her
,
calling
her
all
sorts
of
pet
names
,
and
the
facile
tears
ran
down
his
own
cheeks
.
Presently
she
released
herself
and
dried
her
eyes
.
"
Leave
me
alone
,
"
she
said
,
not
unkindly
;
and
then
to
me
,
trying
to
smile
:
"
What
must
you
think
of
me
?
"
Stroeve
,
looking
at
her
with
perplexity
,
hesitated
.
His
forehead
was
all
puckered
,
and
his
red
mouth
set
in
a
pout
.
He
reminded
me
oddly
of
an
agitated
guinea
-
pig
.
"
Then
it
’
s
No
,
darling
?
"
he
said
at
last
.
She
gave
a
gesture
of
lassitude
.
She
was
exhausted
.
"
The
studio
is
yours
.
Everything
belongs
to
you
.
If
you
want
to
bring
him
here
,
how
can
I
prevent
you
?
"
A
sudden
smile
flashed
across
his
round
face
.
"
Then
you
consent
?
I
knew
you
would
.
Oh
,
my
precious
.
"
Suddenly
she
pulled
herself
together
.
She
looked
at
him
with
haggard
eyes
.
She
clasped
her
hands
over
her
heart
as
though
its
beating
were
intolerable
.
