Chapter XX
ANNA’S SURRENDER
“This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a
moment the golden bubbles. Only a son’s another story. This forthright dame was so excited,
she could not keep still, but paced about the parlour much as Melusine had done
earlier. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window
and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to
death. Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. “You are their friend, then?”
“I am,” Courtlaw answered. Wild's
intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell
you. ”
“Yeah, they seem so nice. The
morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. An old man and a young girl, the one
as stubbornly offensive as the other. ’
Chapter Three
Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report
being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested
traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through
it. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal,
as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Or felt it.
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