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. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. ” Their agreement so far seemed remarkable, and yet as a home-coming the thing was a little lacking in warmth. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. ” That phrase about dragging the truth through swamps of nonsense she remembered from Capes. ” Ennison laughed softly. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. "My friends need not fear my return. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one.
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