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The helicopter lifted from her hand and hovered in the air. 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 wish you good luck,” she answered. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. '" "What is that?" she asked. \" Diane Vorsack chirped with the grin of a Cheshire Cat, extending her right hand in greeting.
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