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. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. Then she looked up at Brendon. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. “She”, you say. " "The Tigress!" The doctor laughed. He felt her observance and warmed to it.
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