When a mere child she fixed her
affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and
who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to
remain faithful to his memory. . Chapter IX
BRENDON’S LUCK
Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw,
loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. She had never had a real doll. There was—a service. “I have been bearing this—for your sake. “Feel better. She gave me an impression of a sort of
patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ‘What did
you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. Beautiful sculptures of sugar and
almond paste decorated the long tables, delicate replicas
of flowers and miniature animals, even a small Palazzo
sculpted from cakes graced the table. ‘No, let me guess,’ he interrupted. She donned her
fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming
smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney
Toons music barely audible from the television set. Anna, do
you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?”
She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back.
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