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I don't think I understand, I said.
“我不懂你說的話，”我說。
Strickland can't work with anyone else in the studio.
“思特里克蘭德身邊有人的時候不能工作。”
Damn it all, it's your studio. That's his lookout.
“去他媽的，那是你的畫室啊。他應該自己想辦法。”
He looked at me pitifully. His lips were trembling.
他凄凄慘慘地看著我，嘴唇抖個不停。
What happened? I asked, rather sharply.
“出了什么事了？”我問，語氣很不客氣。
He hesitated and flushed. He glanced unhappily at one of the pictures on the wall.
他吞吞吐吐地半天沒說話，臉漲得通紅。他看了看墻上掛的一張畫，臉色非常痛苦。
He wouldn't let me go on painting. He told me to get out.
“他不讓我畫下去。他叫我到外邊去。”
But why didn't you tell him to go to hell?
“你為什么不叫他滾蛋呢？”
He turned me out. I couldn't very well struggle with him. He threw my hat after me, and locked the door.
“他把我趕出來了。我不能同他動手打架呀。他把我的帽子隨后也扔了出來，把門鎖上了。”
I was furious with Strickland, and was indignant with myself, because Dirk Stroeve cut such an absurd figure that I felt inclined to laugh.
思特里克蘭德的做法使我氣得要命，但是我也挺生自己的氣，因為戴爾克·施特略夫扮演了這樣一個滑稽角色，我居然憋不住想笑出來。
But what did your wife say?
“你的妻子說什么了？”
She'd gone out to do the marketing.
“她出去買東西去了。”
Is he going to let her in?
“他會不會也不讓她進去？”
I don't know.
“我不知道。”
I gazed at Stroeve with perplexity. He stood like a schoolboy with whom a master is finding fault.
我不解地看著施特略夫。他站在那里，象一個正挨老師訓的小學生。
Shall I get rid of Strickland for you? I asked.
“我去替你把思特里克蘭德趕走怎么樣？”我問。
He gave a little start, and his shining face grew very red.
他的身體抖動了一下，一張閃閃發光的面孔漲得通紅。
No. You'd better not do anything.
“不要。你最好什么也不要做。”
He nodded to me and walked away. It was clear that for some reason he did not want to discuss the matter. I did not understand.
他向我點了點頭，便走開了。非常清楚，由于某種原因他不想同我討論這件事。我不懂他為什么要這樣。
