Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. You go home and wait a century, Vee, and then try again. ’ ‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes with one hand. Little more’n a week. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply. ’ Her lips parted, but she did not speak. ” “It isn’t nice going to prison. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “Look at me. .
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