Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. Her head rose. "In favour of my son. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. But her husband, whose deportment to her was considerably changed since the fatal knot had been tied, paid no attention whatever to her grief. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he reached the city. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do so, unless I'm compelled. She became more assertive, more defiant.
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