"No," replied Jonathan, "I'll not take you at your word, as regards the latter proposition. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. Too late now. " The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger, put it very coolly in his pocket. “All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. There never is much left for me. I have taken bullets and lived, and even a silver one wouldn’t do much.
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