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He looked no longer at his wife. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. “I will not ask you to explain further. What is it?" "Guess," rejoined Blueskin, attempting to throw a gallant expression into his forbidding countenance. He had died before they married, and when her brother became a widower she had come to his assistance and taken over much of the care of his youngest daughter. At table he carved in a gloomy but resolute manner. But—Miss Pellissier!” “Well?” “Are you quite sure that you want us this evening? Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Just say the word, and we’ll clear out like a shot. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. He had only been prevented, indeed, by a fear of Mrs.
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