47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the
way to that. Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Be frank, I beg you, Miss Pellissier. No
sooner had Trenchard crossed the threshold than a fierce barking was heard at
the farther extremity of the passage, and, the next moment, a couple of mastiffs
of the largest size rushed furiously towards him. She felt scrawny, lanky, badly
dressed in a baggy black T-shirt, sweaty, not at all
beautiful; not even pretty. Another labyrinth in hell!"
A smile broke over the trader's face. ToC
Twelve years! How many events have occurred during that long interval! how
many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things is altered. “Unless you have an appointment, which you haven’t,” he said, “you’ll only
waste your time here. Perhaps I deceived you about it. “My name,” Anna replied calmly, “is certainly Pellissier, but I repeat that I do
not know you. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her.
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