"If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf. " Immediately he stepped back. " "I might have been able to do that if you hadn't told me … she cared. And Leonardo told me never to trust any man. “Really, daddy, I am sorry for all I have done to put you out. It needs cultivating, I think. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner.
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