Chapter XX
ANNA’S SURRENDER
“This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a
moment the golden bubbles. ’
‘Damnation!’
‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. She
was curious, and at the same time clearly resolved she must not hear it. Where is this undistinguished husband?’
Leaping to his feet he seized his sword hilt and partly withdrew it from its
sheath, saying dramatically, ‘I shall kill him immediately!’
Her eyes widened, but she did not move. "England or France, London or Paris, it's all one to me, so I've you
to command me. ”
“Annabel is a prophetess,” he declared. “I’d give anything,” he remarked, “to see our little Vee happily and
comfortably married. ”
He took out his watch. Sheppard was unwillingly
compelled to listen. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe.
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