. ’ ‘Yes, but when I think about this, I do not think I can do so,’ she said candidly. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. "My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. It is in vain to struggle against the arm of fate. But I'd a mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed.
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