Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. “My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. Rhea spun round and sank her teeth into Lucy’s arm.
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