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The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. “There is no doubt whatever about that. . 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. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated. Sit down, I command you. ” She departed from the couch and went upstairs to find John. Can I give him any message for you?” “Thank you,” Anna answered. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door.
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