Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. "Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer. What marriage really meant (aside from the idea of escape), Ruth had not the least conception, no more than a child. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. ” He groaned. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them.
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