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But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands. 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. ” “Why?” Mr. Wood. ” Michelle sighed. It was hard to resist. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said.
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