The man lingered. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. ” “That is another French custom,” he remarked, “which is not so agreeable. Sensitive, aren’t they?” She chuckled. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. I have always understood that men avoid like the plague a woman with a sense of humour.
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