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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. “I do,” Anna answered. \"Hey, don't be a stranger, Lucy. “And, you know, you’re altering us all. Give me the keys and the light. But I've stacks of books and a grand piano-player.
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