" "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. She could feel her face turning beet red. Whenever McClintock had guests, he loafed with them on the west veranda in the morning. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Deny me, if you please. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. The Iron Bar 397 XVIII.
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