I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. 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. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked, peering up at the multicolored banners that hung everywhere. Marvel.
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