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’ve wanted you—always. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. I want to talk to Mr. But she was not to be tempted. And you need not fear that I shall not give back the sword when I have finished using it. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. " "I see. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them.
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