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I can understand now these newspapers when they talk of your magnificent philanthropy. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. She took some shirts, underwear, shoes, a duffel bag, and his wallet to make it look like he had gone a-traveling. It was clear that he meant to kiss her before she exited the car. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend.
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