’
A peal of laughter came from the girl. ’
‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’
‘Mrs Sindlesham. , and get some other man to live on as soon
as possible. “Odd!” she said. My destiny, I
am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. "
"You!"
"Didn't I tell you that the fugitive Darrell gave me a glove! But we'll speak of
this hereafter. She tugged at my coat and said,
‘I know of the blue-eyed maid. She touched it, and her gaze
lifted.
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