Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. ” “But I can’t do that. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Of course Nicholas was bound to give her a French name. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. “Was I that bad?” He asked. Why must her old nurse discover her precisely at this moment? ‘What are you at now, may I ask?’ Martha glared at the footman.
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