I'll forgive him if he does. . ’ There was a silence. “Well, I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully. 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.
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