Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. Manning, abruptly. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. ‘Me, I am tout à fait stupide.
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