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And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. ’ She halted, her pistol still held firm and straight, both hands gripping it, her expressive features at once determined and uncertain. She had found a couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about the opening of a theater that mentioned him. It was painful to want him so much. I guess we could go for a ride. Courtlaw,” she remarked. " "That's right," replied Wild, with a ghastly smile. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Creeping along quickly on his hands and knees, he found the entrance to a covered drain, into which he crept.
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