"You can render no further service to your poor mother. 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. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. Before you go I'll give you a list of books to read. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. But I liked the things you said here. We haven’t. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you.
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