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. Manning. " As Jack made no reply, the woman proceeded. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. Now He has taken that out and given it form and beauty—you!" "Wonderful hand!" Ruth seized his right hand and kissed it. Once the ship faltered, and the tip of this jade wall broke into a million gems and splashed him liberally. . . More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London.
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