You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. “I am under police surveillance,” she said. He will wish to have his fears laid to rest. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mint four days ago? I told you my turn would come. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. Wood required little pressing. “Number 13, please, cabman. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. " "Oh, God!" cried Jack, "she does not know me.
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