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—  Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, p. 53 - written note in Nice, Winter of 1880 The previous Summer, at Barèges, while he lay with his leg in plaster, Lautrec had often been visited in the evening by his cousin, Jeanne d'Armagnac
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