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. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. He’s really hot. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. Again silence. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. Cursed him for his devotion that had made him come back for her, only to get himself shot by the fiendish Gosse.
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