Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. Men ought not to idealize any woman. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes. " "I'm a doctor. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. You are very lovely, Ruth.
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