Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. In the middle there was a gate.
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