Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. Drink for him had a queer phase. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. "Bring the light, Nab. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation. "I thought you'd have got rid of your ill-humour by this time.
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