” Her father interrupted. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. ‘Which is why I feel sure he will utterly repulse the girl, even if she is his granddaughter. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. Torment! And so Ruth discovered him. 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. Besides, it is all reversed now, you know. " The attendant did not understand him. They were a young man and an old one, and both appeared deeply affected. She felt sickeningly empty.
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