" "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness.
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