You will find it somewhere in that book. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ‘You were right, miss. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. The following morning found him in the doctor's waiting room, a black cigar turning unlighted in his teeth. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. " This went on for ten days.
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