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“Forgive me, madam,” he said stiffly, “but in such a case as this it is better that
nothing in the room should be disturbed until the arrival of the police. Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. ‘Cousin? But I
am a fool. . "
"No; it is only—what shall I say?—troubled. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he
saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing
on to the tablecloth. ”
He held out his hand obediently. Amid this skirmish Jonathan greatly distinguished himself. His
voice now had lost its ironies. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people
wear to Phys. Fatigued by his previous exertions,
and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily
remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. Is that it? I thought this very pretty.
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