Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. Here, Jem, take the gentleman's horse to the stable—see him dressed and fed directly. All at once it came to him what a fool he was to worry over this phase which was wholly suppositional. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising her head.
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