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There's the paragraph. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. You know you do, Annabel. “That cannot happen!” She replied, feeling her world start to disintegrate underneath her feet. She will tell you all the story while I am gone. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back.
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