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Her pulses began to race. If only you knew what this means to me!" "We do, lad," replied McClintock, gravely. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. She smiled encouragingly, laying aside her plate and turning her chair from the table. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing of a laughable incident. This is the first act.
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