In addition to the various business men, solicitors, civil servants, and widow ladies who lived in the Morningside Park Avenue, there was a certain family of alien sympathies and artistic quality, the Widgetts, with which Ann Veronica had become very friendly. “Muck-headed moral ass! I ought to have done anything. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. Melusine jumped up, turning swiftly. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy.
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