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Thepainterwentroundtothefrontofthehouseandwalkedupanddownbeforeitfordifferentpointsofview。Herandownthelanesomeway，andthencamebackandclimbedtotheslopingfieldbehindthebarn，wherehecouldlookatLion’sHeadovertheroofofthehouse。Hetriedanopenspaceintheorchard，wherehebackedagainstthewallenclosingthelittleburial—ground。Helookedroundatitwithoutseemingtoseeit，andthenwentbacktothelevelwherethehousestood。\"Thisistheplace，\"hesaidtohimself。Buttheboy，whohadbeenlurkingafterhim，withthedoglurkingat，hisownheelsinturn，tookthewordsasaprofferofconversation。
\"Ithoughtyou’dcometoit，\"hesneered。
\"Didyou？\"askedthepainter，withasmilefortheunsatisfiedgrudgeintheboy’stone。\"Whydidn’tyoutellmesooner？\"
Theboylookeddown，andapparentlymadeuphismindtowaituntilsomethingsufficientlysevereshouldcometohimforaretort。\"WantI