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It’s a sort of guarantee of confidence. ” She appraised him. ’
‘Was. He had never liked
to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs
would be made apparent by human touch. "Jack," said Mrs. Why don’t you go
in? Charvill is there. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. "
*****
"To me, you dirty blackguard!" cried Spurlock, flinging aside his helmet. Dunster shall
fetch you a cab. He had
something across his knees. I fancy that this is a
little more than playing at Bohemianism. "
"Who are they?" inquired Sheppard. ”
“And yet,” he murmured, “one of the greatest of our writers has declared that the
true spirit of Bohemianism is denied to your sex. 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.
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