Rembrandt Painting

Rembrandt Painting
Do you ever try and make to yourself a picture of what the master's like?" asked Bunting. Somehow, he felt he must ask that.
"Yes," said Joe slowly. "I've a sort of notion - a savage, fierce-looking devil, the chap must be. It's that description that was circulated put us wrong. I don't believe it was the man that knocked up against that woman in the fog - no, not one bit I don't. But I wavers
Rembrandt Painting
I can't quite make up my mind. Sometimes I think it's a sailor - the foreigner they talks about, that goes away for eight or nine days in between, to Holland maybe, or to France. Then, again, I says to myself that it's a butcher, a man from the Central Market. Whoever it is, it's someone used to killing, that's flat." Rembrandt Painting