Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. “I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded. ” Ann Veronica said something about a general change of ideas. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. Especially when they wear cologne. Though within the last two days he had committed several heinous offences, and one of a darker dye than any with which the reader has been made acquainted, his breast was not yet so callous as to be wholly insensible to the stings of conscience.
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