Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. "I can," replied Trenchard. Oh, Heavens; that I should have ever indulged a hope of happiness while that terrible man lives!" "Compose yourself, Joan," said Wood; "all will yet be well. I came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you. But here I am to draw upon. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. ” “I promise. “What do you think of that?” he asked. ” Lucy’s eyebrows knitted, trying to remember an unfortunate chinless girl running around the school. But Jack eluded their grasp.
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