Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. Dump popped his head into the cage. “I’ve been through all that,” she went on, after a pause. ’ ‘Because you are a pig!’ retorted Melusine hotly.
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