" "Till midnight," replied Jack. ” He said curiously. ” She spoke like a mistress addressing school-children. 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. " "I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety," said Mrs. ” “We won’t go to any of these City places.
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