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. She almost sprang to her feet. I wonder how it is,” she added, “that boys always make love so impertinently. ” “It’s very good to be alive. He is coming here to tea. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master.
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