Love and companionship. ”
“It is my wish to be alone,” she said wearily. Bulging out more in the
middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end,
—a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased
by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced,
like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance
from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. I am sure
I never enjoyed so much popularity in my life. She never even graduated high school, and that has been
a thorn in her side ever since. ”
“Okay. 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. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of
tears.
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