” For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. "Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. , and munched a roll and butter with hearty appetite. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. ’ ‘That is what you thought of me. Some years ago, in 1715, just before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party, and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to escape with my head upon my shoulders. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous.
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