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. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. But she did not listen long; she wanted to talk. ‘Leave it, imbecile. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street.
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