He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. The vestry door opened to the mews behind, and not to Golden Square. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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