C. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. Her pulses began to race. Besides, I don't think he's going to ask, if that is what you are getting at. I cannot explain beyond that. I don’t want to stop your singing. Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear.
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