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“You’re getting too old to put things off, John. 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. “It’s a way of avoiding explanations. “I have to go out. "Often. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. Pistols and pictures? Now it fair goes agin’ me nature to act rough with a lady, but you’ll come along of me at once. They even talked about friendship. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. " "I've nothing to confess," replied Thames, boldly; "I've done no wrong. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette.
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