" When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own imagination, McClintock made a negative sign. His patient was distinctly of a different order of life. ” He smiled at her. ” He would follow with a long discourse on biology, uninvited. And if he would, I would not subject him to the annoyance. There is nobody, then?" "Oh, there is an aunt. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness.
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