Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Spurlock discussed the affairs of the island and Ruth gave him in exchange her adventures with the native girl who was to be their servant. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer. Mary Lucia was branded “the earliest riser and the best at keeping up with her chores” by the formidable Sisters at the orphanage. With a moment of inward shame he remembered his deportment towards Anna. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. ‘Very clever, Mademoiselle Melusine.
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