There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. She tried to appear as if she had never been questioned before. You won’t have a man’s lips near you, but you’ll eat out of his hand fast enough. One might suppose him turning up; he knew a lot of clever people, and some of them might belong to the class. But it would serve. ‘Yes, I know. “Please stay,” she said briefly. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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