The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated, but effectively strangled at birth. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily.
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