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 have nothing to forgive. She loved him. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. The fair boy in the audience who had waved was yet another suitor. ‘Mademoiselle. She had made her first fight for dignity and freedom as a grown-up and independent Person, and this was how the universe had treated her. This whole affair is truly my fault. ’ He quirked an eyebrow. With a little more meat on him, he would be handsome.
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