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PEN AND PENCIL SKETCHES

evening to our hotel in the Place Verte, where there is a clumsy statue of the painter, I would uncover my head, and bending low on one knee, cry aloud, "Hommage à toi, Rubens, le plus grand peintre du monde!" Despite my reverential manner, les braves Belges regarded me either as un grand farceur or a harmless lunatic.

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