Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. "He's about to cross the river. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch. In the struggle her cap fell off. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid.
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