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Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. " "A fugitive. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. ” “No. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. He is not in a state of mind to bear it. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. I should have gone mad without it. You have actually given up a dinner-party to dine alone with 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. ‘Because she, naturally enough, does not consider that it is in any way my affair.
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