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Mr. 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. ’ The lady shook her head, contriving at the same moment to utter a breathy little laugh. It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket. Manning,” she began. Good night! God bless you!" Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologies and protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special significance. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand.
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