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. Of course, it really signified nothing in this careless part of the world that she was travelling alone. . But some little distance behind him, someone had come out from the shadow of the building and, seeing the Frenchman reappear, darted back again as quickly. ‘You mean I should give myself a dressingdown? Very well. The lights rolled over, and were extinguished.
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