"You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling
on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. . "
"Well, for my part," observed Mrs. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of
mine, and in some distress. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more
forcibly. Chapter XXX
SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE
Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing
letters. ’
‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and
almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas
of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo
sculpted from cakes graced the table. It was not possible. She controlled herself, and answered meekly, “No.
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