Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. 9. “I am a fool,” he said. All these experiences have taught me a great deal about life and realities. "Defend yourself!" cried Jack, drawing his sword. I was happy to oblige them, I had grown sick of the heat of the south and all the miserable sun. I know. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround.
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