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She
closed
her
eyes
for
a
moment
,
and
I
thought
she
was
going
to
faint
I
was
a
little
impatient
with
her
;
I
had
not
suspected
that
she
was
so
neurotic
a
woman
.
Then
I
heard
Stroeve
’
s
voice
again
.
It
seemed
to
break
oddly
on
the
silence
.
"
Haven
’
t
you
been
in
bitter
distress
once
when
a
helping
hand
was
held
out
to
you
?
You
know
how
much
it
means
.
Couldn
’
t
you
like
to
do
someone
a
good
turn
when
you
have
the
chance
?
"
The
words
were
ordinary
enough
,
and
to
my
mind
there
was
in
them
something
so
hortatory
that
I
almost
smiled
.
I
was
astonished
at
the
effect
they
had
on
Blanche
Stroeve
.
She
started
a
little
,
and
gave
her
husband
a
long
look
.
His
eyes
were
fixed
on
the
ground
.
I
did
not
know
why
he
seemed
embarrassed
.
A
faint
colour
came
into
her
cheeks
,
and
then
her
face
became
white
—
more
than
white
,
ghastly
;
you
felt
that
the
blood
had
shrunk
away
from
the
whole
surface
of
her
body
;
and
even
her
hands
were
pale
.
A
shiver
passed
through
her
.
The
silence
of
the
studio
seemed
to
gather
body
,
so
that
it
became
an
almost
palpable
presence
.
I
was
bewildered
.
"
Bring
Strickland
here
,
Dirk
.
I
’
ll
do
my
best
for
him
.
"
"
My
precious
,
"
he
smiled
.
He
wanted
to
take
her
in
his
arms
,
but
she
avoided
him
.
"
Don
’
t
be
affectionate
before
strangers
,
Dirk
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
makes
me
feel
such
a
fool
.
"
Her
manner
was
quite
normal
again
,
and
no
one
could
have
told
that
so
shortly
before
she
had
been
shaken
by
such
a
great
emotion
.
Next
day
we
moved
Strickland
.
It
needed
a
good
deal
of
firmness
and
still
more
patience
to
induce
him
to
come
,
but
he
was
really
too
ill
to
offer
any
effective
resistance
to
Stroeve
’
s
entreaties
and
to
my
determination
.
We
dressed
him
,
while
he
feebly
cursed
us
,
got
him
downstairs
,
into
a
cab
,
and
eventually
to
Stroeve
’
s
studio
.
He
was
so
exhausted
by
the
time
we
arrived
that
he
allowed
us
to
put
him
to
bed
without
a
word
.
He
was
ill
for
six
weeks
.
At
one
time
it
looked
as
though
he
could
not
live
more
than
a
few
hours
,
and
I
am
convinced
that
it
was
only
through
the
Dutchman
’
s
doggedness
that
he
pulled
through
.
I
have
never
known
a
more
difficult
patient
.
It
was
not
that
he
was
exacting
and
querulous
;
on
the
contrary
,
he
never
complained
,
he
asked
for
nothing
,
he
was
perfectly
silent
;
but
he
seemed
to
resent
the
care
that
was
taken
of
him
;
he
received
all
inquiries
about
his
feelings
or
his
needs
with
a
jibe
,
a
sneer
,
or
an
oath
.
I
found
him
detestable
,
and
as
soon
as
he
was
out
of
danger
I
had
no
hesitation
in
telling
him
so
.
