Thank goodness you’ll understand. She was tired, hungry—and thus somewhat impatient for the food Mrs Ibstock might bring—and downcast. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. One went in for painting, kept straight and married old Ferringhall a week or so ago—the Lord help her. At this moment, a coach passed them, and was instantly hailed by Thames. But they would not be denied. The chair, meanwhile, with its unhappy load, was transported at a brisk pace to Newgate.
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