Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. His attitude toward her was purely intellectual, free of any sentimentality, utterly selfish. Today you shall promise me that you will pull no more of these stunts. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. When she entered the office a strange scene was presented to her startled gaze. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it.
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