I attempted to restore one old friend of my fato tice of  failed t c me to dine tles igmore Street, once inventor of imaginative designs and noer of melodramatic lions. At dinner I alked a great deal??too muc I salked for effect and t talking for effect  never do; ed roric and empe it; and o great dejection. I called at Nettlesudio t day to apologise and Nettleso some  t I alk y c., etc. I  flattered, t not o apologise, for I soon discovered t y, o say, like an opera glass, and sipped cocoa all ternoon and evening from an enormous tea cup t must  caring ing and broken  , suffered great pain for along time. A little tle became a great deal and  y aain montely cured. antly. I brougion settled in early boyer but Nettlesill because my admiration ual energy a Saturnian passion and melancing evil

    tiger coming from tti??or  Bro or modern art , but t and oted. tation, especially a blind titan?like g floating reetops. I e a criticism, and arranged for reproductions or of an art magazine, but after it ten andaccepted tor, lifting yndall, Carolus Duran, Bastien?Lepage rookery, insisted upon its rejection. Nettles mind its rejection, saying,  ten people, but o s I ten. t I ten   art criticism. I ed ures, ed an art too mucoucness or rougely observed irregularity of surfaces, for . Rossetti used to call my pictures pot? boilers,  to ted o design gods and angels and lost spirits once more, o t, Nobody would be pleased. Everybody sre was one of his phrases.

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