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. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. " He departed, musing. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felled to the ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly possessing himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. ‘Who has begun this but you?’ Gerald barely heard her. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it.
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