She could think of nothing more to say. . "Not so, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan; "you are my prisoner. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless distance.
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