Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. \" \"May Day. . “You’re still,” he said, “in the educational years. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. The day is already half over. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. " The object of this discussion sat motionless. .
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