” She said. 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. ’
The mention of Alderley’s name, as Roding had confidently expected, caused
the soldiers’ eyes to veer across to the young lady again, this time with a good
deal less sympathy, and much more uncertainty. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God
and man. How came you by the hurt, eh?"
"How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth
was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. "
"I agree to that. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the
show, you know—last September I think it was. But in doing so, I most likely saved
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your life. Courtlaw,” Anna said, “and my solicitors, Messrs.
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