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. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her
way into the sitting-room. "I was about to add," continued Gay, "that my opera shall have no music except
the good old ballad tunes. She wanted
his attention, but so did everyone else. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew
from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the
parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace,
and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place
afforded. Immediately Spurlock began to chant one of these. Little by little the pool cleared, the whims vanished: so that both Ruth and the
doctor, by the middle of the third week, began to accept Spurlock's actions as
normal, whereas there was still a mote or two which declined to settle, still a
kink in the gray matter that refused to straighten out.
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