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Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Are you my accuser?" "I am," replied Wild; "have you anything to allege to the contrary?" "Only this," returned Thames: "that the charge is false, and malicious, and that you know it to be so. When she got home to her lodgings that evening she reflected with something like surprise upon her half-day’s employment, and decided that it showed nothing more nor less than that Capes was a really very interesting person indeed. " "Dog!" exclaimed Quilt, turning fiercely upon him, "do you threaten?" But the watchman eluded his grasp, and, mingling with the crowd, disappeared. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. " "It is past," rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful effort; "but never allude to the circumstance again. Neither of them believed me. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement. I am sure it will be good, John, and I could eat anything. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes.
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