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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. Wood as a play-room to the two boys; and, like most boy's playrooms, it exhibited a total absence of order, or neatness. "My schemes have succeeded tolerably well hitherto. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. "You know my motive well enough," answered Jonathan. A live man. Another picture slid across her vision. In Paddington.
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