Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. I sat within a few feet of him. One of his converted Kanakas dropped in one day. “He can’t be more than thirty.
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