"My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. ” “Wherever you like!” he answered, a little absently. I’ll get in trouble. She had slept badly at first in a long chair next to the fire waiting for him to return, but caught on after that. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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