If I let you believe I did not love you, and they found me, your shame would be negligible. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. Through that she had to go. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. Then they rode off at speed. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache.
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