I have
been used to living in apartments in Paris, but I suppose the system is different
here. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of
popular airs. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Surely he was imagining this picture. “There is no remedy, girls,” she began, breathlessly, “except the Vote. 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. And will you look! His name neatly cut out from each title page. ”
“Surely,” he protested, “the change is all in favour of your own inclinations. You might get faint, but you can fight it. “Well!” she declared good-humouredly. ’
The footman did not object, but it was plain he felt he was neglecting his duty,
for he emitted an admonitory cough, causing the captain to pause in his way to
the library across the hall. 1.
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