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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. But it sounds too real to be imagined. Which means after all that she did not expect to marry Valade. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know.
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