Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. I hear her coming. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon. Annabel, come to the door with me,” she added a little abruptly.
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