For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened door in silence. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady. What is done cannot be undone. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. It would be swindling. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. I did what I could to comfort her but she died in terrible pain. She may address me as “Grandfather” if she chooses, since I’m obliged to accept her in that capacity. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. "The Dutchman was right, after all. Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed.
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