"Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing. I should have gone mad without it. It came to Spurlock suddenly that if something did not react in his favour inside of five minutes, he was done. He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were. 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. “Limp,” he answered. .
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