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And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. 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 asked her to marry me, and she consented. . He jumped out of the car. There was no other door in it, and Jack therefore struck into another entry which branched off to the right. Not a bark could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. I borrowed forty pounds from Mr.
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