’ Gerald eyed her with interest. ” “I am very glad,” he answered, in a low tone. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. ‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. “Then let me be the judge of what is best,” she answered. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. MANNING,—I find it very difficult to answer your letter. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street.
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