It was no wonder, there was no money to buy food for the house. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. Mr.
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