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Chapter XIII “HE WILL NOT FORGET!” The external changes in Brendon following on his alteration of fortune were sufficiently noticeable. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. Before he re-entered the prison, he hesitated from a doubt whether he was not fearfully increasing his risk of capture; but, convinced that he had no other alternative, he went on. I don’t want to influence you unduly—But—They’re artistic people, Vee. For me that is all over and done with. “Shhh. Hawk and Buzzard VI.
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