’ I said. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked for lint and makeup streaks. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear.
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