I want to leave Paris to-day. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the attendant withdrew. "I am Owen Wood, at your service. Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. . “Where am I?” he muttered. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something else. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. This is your room.
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