Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. He’s a salesman for AT and T, but he’s never made a lot of money. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. He's on the ragged edge. ’ ‘That’s easy. As Mrs. ” “I don’t care.
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