In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. She had found that proof. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Even the abstract paintings on the wall were gray.
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