Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Here were the passionate lovers! What their past had been he neither cared nor craved to know. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. “You certainly got him in the bag. Giving him a wide berth, and keeping her pistol high, she made her way to the door and warily peered through it. Placing chairs, therefore, he invited the ladies to be seated, and, paying a similar attention to Jack, began to help to the various dishes, and otherwise fulfil the duties of a host.
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