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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. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. Sebastian drank deeply and quickly of her blood. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. You haven’t an idea what the sort of employment you could get there would be like, the sort of people you would be mixed up with. There are human limitations, and no doubt you reached yours.
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