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So poor old "Sigma" saw suspicious looking work going on "in ^[[a]] little side room leading off the gallery." Well that same side room is still devoted to its unholy mission, but instead of one artist there are now three of them at work -- 
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would to God they had "retouched" or cleansed or purified some of the daubs unloaded by the Argus-eyed Sigma upon the Detroit Museum. I suppose the same wretches "retouched, or all together repainted, to an extent which entirely destroyed any value it might originally have ^[[possessed"]] The collection of bronzes, sculptures, terra cottas, &c. &c. contained therein. Yes, "the collection is still, I believe, on sale," but fortunately, such collections as Sigma patronized, I believe, are prohibited by righteous law. 
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The above for [[underlined]] your own personal amusement only [[underlined]] -- We all have a right to laugh at Scripp's "gems," you know -- 
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And with some, as Whistler so charmingly puts it, "Art is still a matter of taste, the Artist never having learned which end of the brush to put in his mouth. The collection &c. &c."