I’ve never muffed an exam yet. 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. There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or McClintock about this. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. And yet, dang it! I've seen 'em just as innocent looking that were prime vipers. ‘You do not dare look in my clothes. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. When were you last confessed, Sir Rowland?" he added abruptly. I put your clothes out an hour ago.
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