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She took his hand and smiled upon him. Then the long lashes sank demurely over them. Jack was
caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of
obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. 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. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she
nodded in Spurlock's direction. "
But the caution came too late.
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