Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. . At first she thought that the woman was just a servant. Kneebone began to dispense the fragrant fluid; begging Mrs. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which was instantly granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related the sum of the strange story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothing except a few trifling particulars, which he thought it politic to keep back; and, with this view, he said not a word of there being any probability of capturing the fugitive, but, on the contrary, roundly asserted that his informant had witnessed that person's escape.
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