Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. " "Zounds!" cried Marvel, "I—" "Hush!" whispered the tapstress, "or I retract my promise. I knew it was only a matter of time before the boys started paying attention to you, Lucy. Of course, he had no idea who I was. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. No other white people within twenty miles.
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