Chapter XX
ANNA’S SURRENDER
“This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a
moment the golden bubbles. Her aunt went off at a
tangent. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. I have read that authors are very selfish and
self-centred. "Here we part,—perhaps
for ever. He had adroitly captured her and led her away from her other
guests on the pretext of feigning an interest in her charitable attitude to the newly
arrived French. "
"Never," echoed Smith, emphatically, "upon my honour. Ever hear of the
djinn in the bottle? Like enough. ’
‘Precisely,’ Gerald repeated. The tired woman looked quietly at her. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled
her with a crack.
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