. But nothing followed to indicate that the liquid had stimulated the heart. She paused. 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. Gerald sympathised with his friend’s irritation. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon.
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