Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Here, take this youngster, Terry; my legs are lighter than old Nab's. " "Do what you please with him," muttered Trenchard to Wild. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all.
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