. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could be. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. “And now tell me, please, how you eloped from Morningside Park. Only think how compromising.
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