Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you.
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