” She glanced into his blue eyes wearily. He hadn't played fair. Her eyes where glassy and shining. Give him his medicine every half hour. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man had found his quarry. 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. He looked at her, his eyes filled with excited terror and astonishment at her move. All the world over a wedding procession arouses laughter and derision in the bystanders. But it sounds too real to be imagined.
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