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Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. "And had you been the worst scoundrel unhung, I'd have seen to it that you had the same care, the same chance. Let us have no more of this humbug. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. ‘That fellow of yours is a deal better, by the by. And then she fell into a musing about Capes. A. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. ” With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death, was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea.
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