But, go and see who it is, love. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. His shirt also was unbuttoned, and disclosed a neck like that of an ox, and a chest which might have served as a model for a Hercules. 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.
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