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He will be hanged—hanged—hanged. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. Chairs were overturned. A granddaughter of mine!’ The idiocy of this notion stuck in his craw and he could think of nothing else for a moment. ” “What case?” “A divorce—or something—I don’t know. It was his turn to express astonishment. ” Hill staggered to his feet and drew a folded paper from his pocket.
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