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 thought that women were not made for the struggle and turmoil of life— their place was the little world, the home; that their power lay not in votes but in influence over men and in making the minds of their children fine and splendid. " As Jonathan said this, Jack's hand involuntarily sought a pistol. ‘I can’t do that. ” A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. A great bowl of scarlet carnations gleamed from a dark corner, set against the background of a deep brown wall.
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