‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. John stared palely. “Why shouldn’t one face the facts of one’s self?” She stood up. His relation of the murder of Sir Rowland petrified even his fierce auditors. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish.
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