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Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. Too late now. ” “You did not——” “Wait, Annabel! When I arrived in London I went to live in the cheapest place I could find. ” She turned and looked at him.
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