Taking his new purchase under his arm, Jack proceeded to a small tavern in the same street, where, having ordered dinner, he went to a bed-room to attire himself. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. 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. The word of a Chinaman; he had given it, so he must abide. Hitherto, no visiters had been permitted to see him. ‘You will arrest me? For—for—’ ‘Trespass, theft and spying,’ snapped Hilary. Not up here, I think. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. We went our ways. "Jack," said Wild, with a glance of malignant triumph, "I will now tell you what I have done.
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