Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. " "I wish I could return the compliment, Terry. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination. " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. Loneliness.
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