She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. “Hey you,” he said affectionately. ‘You do not want to be a nun,’ he said now, and Melusine noted with a prick at her senses the irritation in his tone. His hair is oddly streaked with gray —I might say a dishonourable gray. Here, turnkey. Those were great tricks that you pulled with the car and the glass, but why shouldn’t I believe that this has all been an elaborate hoax?” He asked. “Why?” he asked, suavely. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you haven't any comparisons. 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. “I do not wish to make impertinent inquiries into your private life. ’ ‘How dare you?’ roared the general.
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