” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. 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. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. She was the first to hear another car approaching from the street, an odd occurrence in an elementary school lot that had been abandoned for the weekend. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. ’ ‘Then they are soldiers. I'll dig it up. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window.
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