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. To an unthinking mind the episode would be ordinary, trivial; but to the doctor,
who had had plenty of time to think during his sojourn in China, it was basic of
the child's unhappiness. “Why?”
“I still love you. Then a light seemed to
break in upon him. Let me lend you some money. It has been purchased by blood!"
"What! have you cut old Wood's throat?" asked Wild, with great unconcern, as
he took up the bag. Nigel, you have not forgotten!”
“No,” he said, with a little bitter smile. But Jack eluded
their grasp. She thought of leaving the Beck
house less and less these days, though the suitcase
remained packed underneath her creaky bed. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. And then she came out into the street, sure only of one thing—that she could not
return directly to her lodgings. It was astonishing how often this
picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. I don't know how to explain it," said Spurlock, "but music
hits women queerly.
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