“There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. ’ ‘How shocking,’ Gerald returned, grinning. “Too bad to keep you waiting,” Annabel exclaimed. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. “I would have given up anything to see you your old self again—as you are this evening. CHAPTER XXVIII. CHAPTER VIII. But about the unknown Englishman she was not so satisfied.
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