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This farewell had been particularly distasteful to him. As soon as the service was over, Thames contrived to approach him, and whispered, "Be cautious,—the funeral will take place after evening service. It’s—Mrs. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. I thought it was a mirror at the first, for it was so very like myself. 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. “You can look as innocent and shocked as you please.
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