"Mother—dear mother! Once
again, I beseech you to listen to me. They had not so far been of
much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Sepulchre's church struck one, on the eventful night of the 10th of
June, (to which it will not be necessary to recur,) a horseman, mounted on a
powerful charger, and followed at a respectful distance by an attendant, galloped
into the open space fronting Newgate, and directed his course towards a house in
the Old Bailey. She’s right upstairs. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep
poor Mr. ’
‘You speak it very well,’ Gerald said encouragingly. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she
stepped back from him quickly. ”
He left at once, immensely relieved, yet scarcely satisfied with himself as
regarded his share of the interview with this young woman. ”
“But how? It has only been a few days!”
“She’s not even here.
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