“Flesh and flowers are all alike
to me. 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 ruffian's companions took his part. "Then we're imprisoned. She is very
charming, and we all admire her immensely. "How have you contrived
to still these troubled waters?"
"I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. In addition to the various business men, solicitors, civil servants, and widow
ladies who lived in the Morningside Park Avenue, there was a certain family of
alien sympathies and artistic quality, the Widgetts, with which Ann Veronica had
become very friendly. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. ‘Went to the dogs,
did Jarvis, after Mary died.
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