Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. During this dreadful pause the wretched man felt for his sword. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. ‘Ah, the tragedy. Martin came to the door, looking radiant and relieved. She took up the poker and stirred the fire vigorously.
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