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Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. ‘It is what my father intended. Would that a certain major might cast upon her such a look. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. Then she stood up and looked around the room.
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