Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. He was in a curious state of desperation. He had been gone entirely one day, for yesterday afternoon he had departed from Remenham House, and she had waited with patience like a saint, and now it was again the afternoon. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. ‘Difficult, I grant you. In worldly matters Gay was not fortunate. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. It’s a damned hard thing to do. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are.
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