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. ’ Then he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its driver and leapt into it without looking back. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return. ” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. "So she got away as far as this, eh? But where does she come in?" The doctor recounted that side of the tale. . She was wan and white. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. My profession has hardened me.
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