Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. She stepped backwards. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye.
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