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. “Under the Wilde Frau—which was named after you. She loved to dress the Fritz and Anna in outfits that she stitched from discarded velvet dresses. This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't take the other fifty. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. Luckily I’m not. "Another moment, and it'll be too late. On all hands Jack was cheered, and Jonathan hooted.
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