Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. ‘Why don’t you?’ Melusine frowned at him, grasping the dagger more firmly. Poor young lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. “I know.
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