CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. Good-bye. Trenchard was tempted to examine the contents of some of these cases, but a closer inspection made him recoil from them in disgust. He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. His figure was slight, but well-built; and, in stature he did not exceed five feet four. To be jeune demoiselle, it is not always convenient. 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. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to.
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