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Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. ” And while he talked and watched her as he talked, she answered, and behind her listening watched and thought about him. I’ve—dreads. 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. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. “I think,” he said, “that I would fetch any one whom he has asked to see. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Besides, there's something odd about the boy; for, though I questioned him pretty closely concerning his business, he declined answering my questions, and said he could only deliver his message to her ladyship.
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