Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth. There is the election——” He laughed derisively. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag.
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