“My Mom was a good lady. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. She throws a sort of spell over us all. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. 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 have only seen your sister for a very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does headstrong things. What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. She was as fair as the lily of the lotus.
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