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. All who lived there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box. Rather! Who could help it?” He towered up over her and smiled down at her in his fatherly way. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. " "All right; and thank you. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. ” “If you want anything,” he said, “or get into any trouble, wire me. “Mr. ” 129 She smiled wider. “Who?” She asked. So these two young philosophers got along very well that day; and the succeeding days.
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