“Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. It is necessary. Chairs were overturned. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack.
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