Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. ” “Sooner or later. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. I believe you’ve crushed a gland or something. That is my real milieu, and one that I am convinced you would not only adorn but delight in. It was a simple wish. 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. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male.
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