Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. Without whisky," went on McClintock, "your irritability is beyond tolerance.
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