Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. pgdp. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. She laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. You are to remain here until you are well. God bless you, anyhow!" she added, with a spontaneity which surprised Sister Angelina into uttering an individual gasp. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices.
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