But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. “I might have muddled for a time. ” “No? But it is very simple. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. "The manager says there is still some doubt. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still.
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