Softly she rose to her feet. There he paused again, half turning his back and
pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. I should
never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him. Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. Unless he has dealings with the devil, he could never have done
this alone. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them
with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the
first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and
weltering in his blood.
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