He strangled the infant, which slipped out of his hands and screamed. 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. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal better, by the by. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. She donned her gloves.
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