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 helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. “I’ve thought about it. However good you were to me, and however happy I was in other ways, I should find this intolerable. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. . Anything in the least irregular is like poison to him. Ireton, you are in league with him.
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