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” “I am afraid,” she murmured, “that it would be difficult. ” Ennison looked steadily at the cigarette which he was tapping on his forefinger. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. " "Ah. " "Dear mother, don't say so," returned Winifred. I knew where I would go next: Florence. 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. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. ” She replied. “Thank you, ma’am. If not, I'll convey him to St. Now, no more questions, or I shall be forced to leave the room. Why did I not realise it at once? It just shows how one should not judge by appearances.
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