. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. U-, V &. AS MAN AND ARTIST. 77 We did not return till evening, when there was amagnificent sunset, which crimsoned the smoky roofsof Reville, and made the light clouds scattered overthe sky look like a strew of rose-leaves. The next day was the last of my visit. We tookleave after long embraces, making fine plans forreturning to Damvillers for the September holiday,while the grandfather, shaking his hoary head, mur-mured sadly, Who knows if you will find mehere ? And Barbeau, and Golo, and Basse boundedand barked round the omnibus that took us away
. Jules Bastien-Lepage and his art. A memoir. U-, V &. AS MAN AND ARTIST. 77 We did not return till evening, when there was amagnificent sunset, which crimsoned the smoky roofsof Reville, and made the light clouds scattered overthe sky look like a strew of rose-leaves. The next day was the last of my visit. We tookleave after long embraces, making fine plans forreturning to Damvillers for the September holiday,while the grandfather, shaking his hoary head, mur-mured sadly, Who knows if you will find mehere ? And Barbeau, and Golo, and Basse boundedand barked round the omnibus that took us awaywith tremendous noise. I did not see Jules again till a month later, at theopening of the Salon, in front of LAmour an Village,which had a full success. He was ill, and complainedof pains in the loins more acute than formerly ; thenlie suddenly disappeared mysteriously. The door ofthe atelier in Rue Legendre was closed, and visitorswere told that the painter was gone into the did not know till later that he had hidden him-self, to undergo
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