He
cherished her. "
"It is too late," returned Jack, sullenly; "I can't be honest if I would. It is as if my lips had been sealed about them. “How do you know?”
“Well, it isn’t exactly a depressing state, is it?”
“YOU don’t know. But, hang it, I know it's good!"
"Of course it is!"
In the afternoon he began work on another tale. "He's a base, deceitful,
tyrannical, hoary-headed libertine—that's what he is. ”
She paused. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable
blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve,
to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a
perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. 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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