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. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches. Even that he sleeps, I must give to him my thanks, for he has been excessively brave for me. ‘I thought, you see, that we might as well enter by the same way our intruder had done. . He filled his pipe slowly. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. I’ve made up my mind. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. For a time she brooded on the ideals and suggestions of the Socialists, on the vague intimations of an Endowment of Motherhood, of a complete relaxation of that intense individual dependence for women which is woven into the existing social order. "You will finish your education in the East and return. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him.
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