Sheppard, paralysed by the threat. 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. “More than that, he arrived to-day at the
boarding-house where I am staying, greeted me with a theatrical start, and
claimed me—as his wife. ”
She looked up at him, and found he was watching her closely. If you assume the
character of a debtor for your own convenience, you must be content to maintain
it for ours. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. How long has Miss Charvill been in England?’
‘Not long, sir. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs.
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