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"
I
don
’
t
think
I
understand
,
"
I
said
.
"
Strickland
can
’
t
work
with
anyone
else
in
the
studio
.
"
"
Damn
it
all
,
it
’
s
your
studio
.
That
’
s
his
lookout
.
"
He
looked
at
me
pitifully
.
His
lips
were
trembling
.
"
What
happened
?
"
I
asked
,
rather
sharply
.
He
hesitated
and
flushed
.
He
glanced
unhappily
at
one
of
the
pictures
on
the
wall
.
"
He
wouldn
’
t
let
me
go
on
painting
.
He
told
me
to
get
out
.
"
"
But
why
didn
’
t
you
tell
him
to
go
to
hell
?
"
"
He
turned
me
out
.
I
couldn
’
t
very
well
struggle
with
him
.
He
threw
my
hat
after
me
,
and
locked
the
door
.
"
I
was
furious
with
Strickland
,
and
was
indignant
with
myself
,
because
Dirk
Stroeve
cut
such
an
absurd
figure
that
I
felt
inclined
to
laugh
.
