‘I can see why you lost your place, young Kimble. 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. Heaven alone knows why. He threw the doctor out of the Palazzo on his rear, sending him to the insane plague-infested streets.
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