Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. The two aunts of these young ladies lived for many years in the dower house upon my estate in Hampshire. They talked lightly but confidentially until Sir John approached them with a slight frown upon his face. Even as she watched, the sweat of weakness began to form on his forehead and under the nether lip. The Storm. ‘I told her you couldn’t have been flirting, but she wouldn’t believe me.
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