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She could tell that he was leering at her. 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. “You remember our first meeting?” “Yes,” he answered hoarsely. \"Some of them do smell good, though. "Sit beside me," continued Mrs. ” She looked into her glass. Two hours had come and gone during this tantalizing occupation. “Parmesan—take it away!” He glanced at Ann Veronica’s face, and it seemed to him that she really was exceptionally radiant. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. His name is John.
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