Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. " "Poor Jack!" exclaimed Thames. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. “Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. His tone changed, becoming a little more moderate. “Michelle, don’t do this. ” He faced her doggedly.
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