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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. You can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold myself still engaged to you, yours just the same. We are very poor, but manage to squeeze a little happiness out of each day. ‘I disgust you, eh? Very well, then. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. Nothing, in short, was too extravagant to be related of it; and Jonathan, who delighted in investing himself and his residence with mystery, encouraged, and perhaps originated, these marvellous tales. And she was as shrewd as they come. Fame of any sort was folly and she knew better. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. Another car followed, a rusty Cadillac sedan full of kids. " "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly.
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