White became conscious of a distinct sense of uneasiness, and showed it in her face. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. " She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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