You are doing your best to break our friendship. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. ‘Monsieur, my wife intended not to anger you,’ he said in a tone of apology. 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. 95 The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been brought in for DUI. Yet he was in a state of hopeless bewilderment. I can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently established.
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