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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. ” “Personally,” he went on, “I must confess to a great disappointment. I can’t but feel it’s an undesirable complication to drag in the Charvills at this point. A disconcerting gray eye that had a mystifying depth. I can keep you. Almost the best of all. Around him were all the evidences of plenty. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. "The blood that has been spilt is that of his wife. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely.
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