Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. The commissionaire stood there, tall and imperturbable. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. But anything is better than this. ’ ‘You certain? She’s a thought too volatile for my money. ’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. I myself have had the pleasure of dining with her.
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