Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my day, my boy. It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one. She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. ” Annabel no longer attempted to conceal her emotion. . ‘Let her go. Girls who had envied her former position as John’s amour passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands in the bathroom.
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