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Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. . Do you see the time?” “I may come and see you?” Ennison asked, as his hand touched hers. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. " Having seen the chairmen concealed in the entry, Shotbolt proceeded to Mr. ’ ‘And was not she put out?’ demanded Miss Froxfield with a tinkling laugh. The veranda bamboo will be enough for me. “Never—but, by Jove, you had a narrow escape,” Ennison exclaimed. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. John’s demeanor shifted. E. ” Ann Veronica said nothing, and Miss Klegg went on: “He very often IS— most unfair.
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