It was late on a stormy night. The candles in the painting studio on the Nieuwe Doelenstraat in Amsterdam were flared by the draught air flows that had free play through the many cracks. The painter shuddered for a moment, put down his brush and massaged his fingers.

The interconnecting door opened. A graceful young lady in night robe stood in the doorway. “Are you still? It's cold in bed.’

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