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Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. 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 likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again. Please don’t tell anyone, mister. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: 1. So I am already no longer the girl you knew at Morningside Park.
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