Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. When night fell, he crept into the town of Tottenham. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride.
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