" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. . “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. I cannot answer that question. ‘She wouldn’t tell me. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. And if she was ever found living in the area like that, homeless, John could somehow find out. “No, it was simple. Gerald took Madame’s hand and kissed the fingers with a little more warmth than punctilio demanded.
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