They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. We must wave our hands at the blue hills far away there and go back to London and work. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and there were still the remains of great beauty about her.
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