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She was new, unlike any other woman he had met in all his wide travel. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. 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. Wild on his guard against an assassin. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. We'll have him on his way before many days. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. She had to think of something fast, or her reaction would start to make believers out of everyone.
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