He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. Most of you Americans pattern all Chinese upon those who fill a little corner in New York. ” Ann Veronica made a sympathetic little murmur.
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