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"Our talking will not bother him. 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. All that he had sown that afternoon with such infinite care was as nothing compared to this seed, cast without forethought. Oh! that Mr. ’ ‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes with one hand.
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