Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. Life is so good. " "A bold resolution," said the woollen-draper.
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