Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. You will make him get his daughter, if you please. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk.
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