Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. I can't pump out all there is to these compositions. Even were she to
get an opportunity to scream, it would be some time before such a call,
unprecedented though it might be, brought the nuns so much out of their
absorption that they interrupted their prayer to investigate. He recognized the
handwriting, and turned a shade paler. “I may seem unduly—
anxious. He’s waiting. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively
screened from the fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall
beneath him, visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart
overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance. The flight. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the
grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s
walls.
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