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He had brought her here to this place—where her freedom was curtailed even more than at the convent so that a cavalier was very much needed—and only on Monday came again. You see, aunt, it’s the only possible way for me to get a good degree in my subjects, and father won’t hear of it. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. It is a precaution merely. You know I call that positively wicked. “It is no good playing a game. "I am innocent. “Don’t come nearer!” she said.

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