" "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity. 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. From now on, you’re going to listen to me for a change. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. He put an arm around her.
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