Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. He was a man tout à fait capable, this Gerald.
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