The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. ‘You little fool! I’m a trained soldier with ten years experience at my back. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. There was going to be no quarter between these two. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. 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. And not a worthy tome in sight. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. She had been quite convinced that an engagement with him and at last a marriage had exactly that quality of compromise which distinguishes the ways of the wise.
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