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. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. "You see?" Ruth said. He went by another name then,—Rykhart Scherprechter I think he called himself. " So she told him the adventure of the two beachcombers in the typhoon, and how they became regenerated by their magnificent courage. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack.
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