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For I still love her mother. 8 or 1. 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 glanced towards her sister, and
curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather
sombre mirth. “The horse’s knees are
broken, and I am not sure that the man is sober. He
propped himself up on one arm, kissing her passionately. But,” and he faced them both with a still
expressionless glance, “this is not the end!”
Anna recovered her spirits with marvellous facility. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he
amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool. It isn't your duty. "
"Ay—ay," laughed Jonathan.
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