Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. The man was my husband. To her intense disappointment, she discovered that all papers had been removed from desks and cupboards. ” Lucy said with concern. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. "Be still!" "Oh, come along! I've just got to have my muck bath. ” “No. ’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed.
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